Fabulous

Fabulous Fable

Dear unto night, dear unto light

What about the singing of the special 

Into the written long song about 

Water

Water

Water

Drinking

About the water, 

Drinking about the way 

That venusian

That muse-ian

Planet 

Shifted into alignment

What if I kept going, he grinned and laughed a lot

What if I kept going, to smile and smoke some pot?

What if there’s further, into the tensile arrangement

Of the thing of things, what about the way of things?

Curious, and abiding, persisting, and a-lighting, 

Along the venture into the crevice, a creative 

just hit beauty on the head,

spoke a rhyme, rhyming red.

what’s curious?

What’s crucial?

In this existential dread?

Why I’m glad you asked!

It’s here

it’s there,

it

is

everywhere.

seemingly a guise, seemingly a rise

gotten from you into them when this they said,

I cannot believe, the fabled stomp,

arrives at this,

hat I stomp

Unto the mix, of words, I did

Dance a feel into the lid,

create a stone,

amidst the song.

create a stone

amidst the song

create a stone amidst the song.

Woah!

Said the song,

sang the song,

foretold the epic,

sublime aright, teasingly sight, told to me. about the glee, in the flee.

THE WAY TO THE SALT

IS THROUGH THE EARTH,

SEE THE LAND, IN THE NAME.

I tell to you, this is something I say:

I whisper this and whisper this:

-something in the way the craft does curtail-

a gleeful writing about the spell.

Speak the tongues, of the told

Speak of old, to the tongues,

arriving at art,

spoken to the movement in the beauty of the world.

There’s terror everything,

everywhere, what about me?

When did I find, what I had lost?

Is there anything this side of the hill?

What about the cost?

I suppose in creative’s bill

here is something I told no ill.

His and hers are dynamic and supposing, and

am I closing, or did I find it?

What about this

what about that?

Existence is a clapping trap,

into the light, into the dark,

I dance a step of climbing right, what about the creative’s endeavor?

Something happened, whispered the red to the rhyming,

It’s here

It’s there

It

is

everywhere.

The way to the song, is through the earth

to seem aright shouted the dirt, 

I suppose you’ll find a might

Tad touch of dirt, 

Don’t hurt

Unto the gears a go to the grinding, at light

At light

At 

Light.

I feel so much better now that 

My tea, my tonic has kicked in, this magical way, a drink I cannot fathom

Played at last its play, kicked me in the my, oh my, way to the way. 

What about the desire, taught to us, a fathom down under the bed?

I cannot hear why the what I did, 

Taught to me, rhythmic red, I love her. 

I love them.

Thank you.