wandering into the horizon
into an unknown stream of madness
flowing from within its own distinctive
shade of sadness
from a mysterious
mythology of a pre-infected world
its atmosphere
almost insufferable
its hatred, jealously and fear
exploding with splinters of mental metal
penetrating the core of planetary perception
where mistaken beliefs
have smothered love and hope
where manifestos of modern existence
swell into shallow expressions of lost body and soul
undergoing a transformation
necessary to purge the particles of foreign substance
to reflect and wonder
about what to do with freedom once you have it
perhaps to delve into the creative being
sharing the synapses of uncommon expression
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Sandie