Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled

"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled" I could write something beautiful for you, like outside the windows the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves there are tears like pearldrops falling onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds hints of myrtle lemon that the tongue licks like sticky marshmallow fingertips sweetly glued softly placing a bookmark, between pages. we should stop there for the night, before bedtime, because bedtime is where love waits impatiently for all manner of things, like daughters immersed in all their removed seasons reflected in unreasonable reasons for fighting dragons in their imagined labyrinths I cajole you, I proffer that the very first love you will ever know has prickly barbs like a bee that stings and sticks deep in the skin like supersedure, n.b. for hives, use Royal Crème, and the preceding Queen bees take an unaccustomed back seat, sipping thoughtfully on honeyed words and mead in that tricky place, where their children once played and now those daughters are the superseding Royal Queens; they are without doubt the strongest in this case, immortal paramours and whilst their doppleganger stance is terribly traumatised and competitive, the archives, I have learned as chief librarian in this place, in grounds most territorial, must be handled with speak easy kid gloves, insert the softest lambs’ wool here - black sheep all of the above Candide Diderot. ‘24