Just fun. Actually, it was a proposal. Best read after reading "Grasshopper at my door.:
Four eyes of two energies greet;
Spontaneously jam synthesized song;
Chorus of angels blow, "No retreat!"
She dances in her indigo sarong;
A raven caws, "This shan't take long."
Both Third Eyes peer to blue beyond;
He says to her, "You dance so sweet."
She's not demur, "We two belong."
Yes, she's right, it's good to meet.
A raven caws, "Now move your feet."
He takes her hand, there's no retreat,
She coos he caws; three shorts one long,
He kneels, the floor feels like concrete;
She smiles and nods, "We do belong."
Bugs ring door bells; "clang, clang, ding-dong."
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!