del gyot it

   the bewitchment that always was ..


we vibrate to our tune in bloom, striding past cartooned baffoons,
finding connections in flowers and mushrooms, rings and clouds, develop and loom ..    ( blah blah blah )

 these chains of freedom conveniently cared glaring the temperate comfort of your liking, in spirit enticing, while mouths froth towards locked doors clueless, let us enlighten our family, for we cause dis-service to that which is mind ..
                                                     let pythagoreanism flourish