Passing from hand to hand, taken aback.
I share ist instruments to hear the compass points
In the circle that enclose us
and our workings
That we have chosen to do this:
Prose, Poetry, Journals
Letters, Pictures. Hand Written
Generatiung a Space-Scape for Humans.
But, are we Humans?
In my opinión
Abbeys are abatoirs
Wo/men abdicate in favor of one’s impulses
And for that
Our circle of the posible is fatal:
Aberration strecht our history
For millions of years.
Our reality, at the present
Is that we have truncated the tip of the posible
Devastating deep floors of our planetary oceans
Raping and killing our alikes.
The power-full ridlle
Of the New World is being broken
And the rug of the Neanderthal
is Rolling back up around us.
The actual manifestation of our World
Do You see:
Everywhere we are flawed and horrible.