Gorilla Piano

'I shall will' says the Proclaimed Self when you know it most certainly won't 'Forever' swear the lovers before they weary of each other and pass with sideways eye maybe there will be some other times looping mirrors reflecting themselves speeding light spread ever along the fire's fulgurate throat stroking a woman's lovely shudder. a room in Rome. like Krishna riding high distinctly satisfied shadows within the shade the elephants may parade But, never, no never will they ever clear the stage