Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

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Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.