.Ketek of loving another’s love of Ketek.
Invention throbs in seeking minds;
Those who feel we must converse and touch each other.
Must we feel who those mind-seekers, in throbbing, invent?
Within darkness, the stars dance for the Lost for the dance stars the darkness within.
sing me songs and dance this shape to shape this dance and song I sing
Love’s Waves A Ketek
breath, mine is taken, have I died? Finally died, I have, taken is my breath
Cure my wanderlust,
if you think you can
and my wanderings
will become about
lusting after you.
Cosmos drifted alone. Then, explosions. Next, Life! Next, explosions. Then, alone drift cosmos.
. . .
Corruption of the Court
Glittering crown, faceless man. Tyranny begins anew. Life anew began tyranny. Man faceless, crown glittering.