moments of nature
House Martins maiden voyage...

Upon my palm, I press my lips
then blow a kiss, that twists and flips...

A fallacious vibe echoed an
austere melancholy...

Within these walls, of where I dwell
My life endures, a love-sick spell...

Occasionally I would meander
along the path where we walked...

What a funny place to be
I'm afraid its really is not for me...

here
we are...

I am an element of….
A Tribal descent upon a secluded glade...

Sitting. Waiting in a departure
area...

Good
Moralistic virtuous...

I can be silly.
I like being silly...

I write to you all with regret
our industry is in great debt...