Yardbird's Escape from The Cage

ever so gently the prisoner
entwines with sinful beauty,
ever so fluently the prisoner
breaks free...


the sound of the ocean in twilight
and the music of the mind,

the myriad sky descends
on the invigorating earth;

this fusion - slow, rhythmic, and fiery -

a bewitching and blissful ritual.

ever so gently the prisoner
entwines with sinful beauty,
ever so fluently the prisoner
breaks free...

Life, of late, has not been very clear to me. Obscure knowledge lingers like fog, I just go through it and past it never getting hold of anything.

I don't even know what to write about. Ideas have changed, ideas are no more real than what real is.

This is probably a journey or part of a journey that never stops, the part which is a journey in itself.