Practice, practice, vibrant mauve-gold smoke rings for my lady. Goddess grants this smiling day ritual of play. Glory Glory fat silver swords swashing, caressing, violating the air. You with your act of splendour, curtseys, curses, all guaranteed to cure a thousand years of sleep. Once upon a forest clip-clop horse hoofs noses snorting change seasons – paleo to neo robins hop to seed greenery glowing owls, blessedly blind, grant swift sanctuary beneath brilliant wingspans illuminated in Arthurian myth, symbols that yearn like long dormant worms sucking out dark holes over eons Today we go to the circus. Gather, children, hooked to treacly tether sharing sweet secrets surreptitious touch. Mind the invisible netting, safe from trailers hurtling from highway or perennial city bus discharge; zombie drivers only intent on fulfilling the schedule, home before detonation. The circus is superb. Imagine, a swarming trampoline ignites, grand fireflies sparkling dayglo spraypaint into heaven. Imagine noble elephants, gravely kneeling, telepathic tremolo soothsayer vibration carries dreamtime back to Earth. Imagine a dandelion trail outside the schoolhouse window breathful breezes of mint and lilac destiny swells to crescendos of urgency. Imagine the day that dawns when you are no longer dreaming.
METAMAGICAL CIRCUIT (RANDOM EXCERPT)
METAMAGICAL CIRCUIT (RANDOM EXCERPT)
METAMAGICAL CIRCUIT (RANDOM EXCERPT)
Practice, practice, vibrant mauve-gold smoke rings for my lady. Goddess grants this smiling day ritual of play. Glory Glory fat silver swords swashing, caressing, violating the air. You with your act of splendour, curtseys, curses, all guaranteed to cure a thousand years of sleep. Once upon a forest clip-clop horse hoofs noses snorting change seasons – paleo to neo robins hop to seed greenery glowing owls, blessedly blind, grant swift sanctuary beneath brilliant wingspans illuminated in Arthurian myth, symbols that yearn like long dormant worms sucking out dark holes over eons Today we go to the circus. Gather, children, hooked to treacly tether sharing sweet secrets surreptitious touch. Mind the invisible netting, safe from trailers hurtling from highway or perennial city bus discharge; zombie drivers only intent on fulfilling the schedule, home before detonation. The circus is superb. Imagine, a swarming trampoline ignites, grand fireflies sparkling dayglo spraypaint into heaven. Imagine noble elephants, gravely kneeling, telepathic tremolo soothsayer vibration carries dreamtime back to Earth. Imagine a dandelion trail outside the schoolhouse window breathful breezes of mint and lilac destiny swells to crescendos of urgency. Imagine the day that dawns when you are no longer dreaming.