the owl hoots a welcome to the morning sun, a dove on the steps, a whole hearted smile from the chest...

Placed against the wall of depth, of what dimension, I'll know not yet, not ever. Forever in wonder. Fanciful etude of summer springs forth, quite near to the ears. Direct pathways illuminated, the body won't be here forever, enjoy it in all the marvelously skewed ways! Seeking out a different source-compound to supersede all other, obliterating the very holds of spatial friction allowances. Bursting beyond the very invisibility of definitions, between the light & the heart lies perhaps the greatest distance in need of care, attention, allowance. Listen in close and you'll be sure to hear, don't doubt the rhythmic speech in foreign frequencies. It's always been here, all ways, coming around once again. greetings.