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morning Y'all...apologies9sort of) for the rant last week...stress buster had to be done(i was very ill...proper sick...loved every second of it(grin)...anyway...a poem(ish)...

Walking all by by selvish

into the everywhen

round the upside down

up the wrong way right

where the air is effortless and light.

Past the sign of the dark card I go

walking on and over the singing glass

night sure I go.......

past Foxland and wolf skull

moving past the hanging tree and jump-sally motorway bridge and beneath me, the carpet of light's magics me everywhen again and again...

And all above in word-starred sky...I see past the

manufractured scapelands and read the artitexture 

I see underground clouds that jinni themselves from down to up with a hidden whispered sigh...

Black the night(so cold it is) but stars sing,gyring and chanting

gleamering and dancering

forever yhey spin

and this clown dances onand on

THIS CLOWN DANCES ON......

some portmanteau words...some not...hybridity in everything Y'all....Hope all are well and studies going well

 Taliesin among the tree's...

by Anthony Dooley

Ant....