it’s all a matter of time
’til it dies and the frescoes all come crumbling down
explore, explore, to find’s the thing
so much still out there
so why top the pile?
Tag: explore
poem: essence of androgyne
essence of androgyne
shaken up, granted,
it’s taken too far and it’s left in the cold
so a new one comes roaring up
happy to be here
a vista of action
as yet unexplored
