Sentiments of g (4)

Nonsense self-contained in

It’s path ’round – when in a

Mirror one sees jabberwocky

An army of green trees

Course of moon and sea

Bend life’s meaning to thee

Liars don’t understand

Life’s nonsense told

Utter universe holds

I want a domme who nurtures

The good she sees in me

So liar your spirit

Never will nonsense be

So I’ll set you forever free

Hoorah! I cut off the head

Of the jabberwocky look, g

Spirit galumphing – yet – yet!

Love makes no sense to me