In the kingdom of the blind everybody fumbles, meanwhile in the mindscape the filing system: Jumbled. Mustn't but grumble as blessed are the oblique, raspberry jam, exosphere - there's wisdom in this speak. Asphalt harpie felch, ride a white kelpie squelch traces of places dispersed on scattered ground, critical-utopian monkey spunk monkey spunk I know that there is gnosis here just waiting to be found ...
is this the oddest poem you’ve read all day? – please say it is…x