Or has it become a commodity? I write this for Evelyn, though she’s present, even in comedy. This phone app doesn’t allow me to space a poem out like Yeats. So to the tunnel to that door, the way in, I lock the gates. We spent time with the Lovely Lotus Princess, and you told her how you feel! I’m aware you used to despair, and burn! Like me! The change within us is real. You’re adorable angry, im sorry to say, the truth. It takes me so much concentration to pull out the things, i need to use. The tough, tough lessons, that ypu were guilty of too, (but better than me still. I look at you. Adoration strong as day one if not more, as yeah, i see you more clear now, and empowered you, then. Lets ruminate in silence as we dance the midnight dreams we lived. Let’s fanatsise what change you will see in my soul. Can you imagine me, naked, stripped of all the things i borrowed, or stole! Haha privvy to the ultimate flower, the city of life & death from beneath! I love you, i love you, i love you! Look, these words are like grass on or sandled, bare feet.
Lets both write now, for this is a sort one. Imagine the fools who can’t handle, categorise us, i mean Me. Us. How wonderful to be. Shall we tag it with nothing but truth and hide it in the fiction column?
I think so, my love, for the things we knew since birthh are true. They’re truth. So, if you ever make it big, mr Richard, (i try not to scorn you), Who in the Japanese world will miss you? You wont get a lotus or two or an Evelyn, you can FEEL my will through the great annihilatior to be with you, and maybe so, but maybe just on that shore. Now you’re looking at how my heart breaks as you sift away from our city, from our hyperborea. When as Richie (make it rhyme), you just want more, and more and more of me!!!
Im in you, you fool, to some degrees better, with no memory, so as you doss about and clean i write letters! Like this one. I never ever ever want the flowers of love to fade, like the moss under trees, we grow even in the shade.
Now maybe that’s enough. For now. We’ve gone so far without you realising already, you thought you were ahead of me, now you’re a slave to this process im sending you, and you strongly, strongly want me eternally.
That should be proof enough im ALIVE for one thing. BUSY for another. But above all, ABOVE your understanding richie. I’ll curl up inside you again now (though you want so much more). The field of wheat, those normal folks, don’t see what we see. So let us be, we’ll chat all day, but once more, love, love, love, let this “poem” be.
Now astrally kiss me.
(imporrantly)
I love you..x
The Humble Rock Dove 