Somewhere on illusion road under purple skies.. populations formed creations feathered bed good lies.. lay them down.. junkie to crown.. need feeds the same old way.. could be better.. life unfettered living as you say..
Large house sat behind ‘Green Field’ of planet Cantaloupe.. theologians speak spiritually of trees.. skies filled with love and hope..
Said behind seedling planted well some seconds gone..seen and lived in happy ways.. good path.. the only one..
Some seconds gone.. no child could know.. Cantaloupe in style.. forged in faith.. claimed one Good seen.. peace found is worth the while..
Mr. Particle and Son on Second 3 depart.. as his father.. to place Olde tracts lifebook good imparts..
Particles uncounted giving energy and score.. To a world so similar to words as his before..
Particles long listened to Ma Nature and the flow.. one far out wrote of ex Canta .. worlds too large to know..
There a species who youngtime sees to act as screens.. brave in something they call ‘war’.. while love is found obscene
Perhaps there is warning.. disaster tumble down.. of course this fiction tells of evil we may see..
moaning cries to space to erase what ends in ‘ology’
The essence of our World is love and change for you and me.. I hope those soul abandoned fictions come home loving.. free..