Centres: deep, huh?

A poems growing and hatching black butterflies, skinks, and hares

Cupcakes and scalpels!
And in the background, snorting Wierdos clicking their cameras
Gosh, oh dear, what has happened to Reason along the way?
And the weather’s balmy, and to go for a walk in balmy weather seems madness, to stralian people,
Seems it’s FUNNY, to my mind, the gloom

Keeps just hatching out, the love I want to convey to you

In blue

Knight on a quest for love, well, it’s a kind of quest, I just wander round this crazy maze, 2025, it’s a quest to keep it together

And

I saw my lady, I saw you from afar, like some biblical procession of some queen, in whose wake creativity flashes, and fertilises Love!