if....I could...and would manipulate...
'break'...
so gently...as fluid....
the barriers..
.find fissures and warps...
.windows and wiggles.....trans-portals.....
that I know exist...in the eyes of the thirteenth
or
fourteenth rook...
and elsewhere...this
freefall glissando....
.and
perhaps shall find...someday
....within and...um, without
.the timeless continuum
...the parallels......spatially companionable....hello and hello....and hello....
well...this is the one that I thought of today:
yes! ! ..
.to hear Richard Burton reading Richard Burton....
.just for me..
.oh, yes...for you, too, of course.....copious footnotes'n'all......
.....I recline on my feinting couch....... hello.....and hello............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes...miss spelling isn't just Tori......purposely..with no stealth to speak of...or about.... and loving those to whom I need not explain......but since communication is...uh, what it is...or must be..... lacking the wherewithsome to be altogether replete with esoterical rumblings...........huh? ?