Lunacy

Who knows what else that thing can do?

6 by 6 – it will… transfix?

My goal of six is quite sublime, E’en if I have to rhyme with ‘slime’.

Angry Balls, my ass.

GOOD LORD – IT JUST KEEPS COMING.

I still don’t know
if any hearts were opened.

Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.

We heroes need some “me” time, too; I have a life past saving you.

I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.

With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.

Norman Doors confuse and are begging to be pulled… pushed?

FEAR NOT! The angels always say.

Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.

The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.

somanycontradictions

I now own my road
And revel in its
redemptive reality.

And that will make all the difference.

And since you don’t get it,
You shouldn’t get This.

Now I can go about my day with relative peace of mind. Everything is relative.

Freedom is strange… New.

Run, walk, crawl, and ALWAYS be open to go someplace you didn’t plan. You might have been given a faulty map at the start.

Doesn’t matter – I’m the writer; I can do whatever’s fun.