Mornin' Y'all
The tip of the tongue
is in the kiss.
Times and times glorying uncontained
the ghosts joying in nights in nights
smiling.abstracted from the world sense.
for all those people,
like us...upside down
and the wrong-way right
the fallen wrong-way-rounds
and have been for years
For the rack and ruin
lets call the tune 'rejoice'
And having chosen words...choose words.
Hope all are well..
Ant