transmigrate the expanse
of thought
past the rate of wonderment
at the velocity
unheard of
collective philosophy in unvarying instability
cosmos, time and space
in transcendent thaumaturgy
Like the nature of this wordsmithing of intellect. There's so much our plebeian-like-minds demand or ask for, that some thaumaturgy is or would be welcome.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Ron
Sandie