In the near future…

A more somber look at the spectrum of relationships using a plethora of relations to the cosmos.

To Head Ourselves Toward the Newest Frontier – to Progress today as a Race – We Must First be Clear About the Correct Direction… and Where To Begin the Journey.

Totally random poem this is.

A short poem.

Love sometimes walks the waters still,
Laughter throws back her radiant head;
Utterly beauty is not gone,
And wonder is not wholly dead.
The starry, mortal world rolls on;
Between sweet sounds and silences,
With new, strange wines her beakers brim:
He lost his heritage with these
Last year, and who remembers him?

~O.

A poem inspired, to a degree, by the annual consumerism exhibition of the exploitation of the perpetual human need to attempt to fulfill the hole in their soul through the acquisition of more and more unneeded shit. Half off, of course.

Life, love and other desperate things.

Self manifesto poem.