The Elysian fields gained commensurate with ability quiet and shimmering in the sun; varied realms inverted islands the angry blessed ones - thrice born with the option to survive...
Today surprised me like a red fox blurting out of an October thicket - empty, dry, the burst of its energy camouflaged much as that fox, solemn and cold, biding his time till he thought I passed.
On twin tails of a comet penguin men polka dot the night - - - waddle white suits past pale the white Empress Night, flickering graveyard stars - -a pitcher of inky black...