Breathe In the Light

In the scheme of things known, I traverse the unknowns. Everything is somewhere waiting to be felt, wherever you go------there you are. The moon, the stars, universal places. Playful bays of islands forever now reveal solid profiles of homemade solitudes. The temperature of you and I, a cluster of one on interstellar overdrive, a mosaic of loss of words, marooned on a final cut above- fearless sheep coming back to life donning shapeless echoes of young lust tunnel visions. The Mother of us all. Have a cigar? Wish you were here.