The body it fades.

crossing the road to save 10p.

The world is alive
and teaching those
who want to learn
(and those who don't, too,
in a perhaps less beautiful way)

nations assert themselves
(as they) break down

harmonize

There is nowhere to
go
and nothing to do
in a wonderful,
wonderful way

different lives we live by
How many versions of the same!

A traveller is not an image
a traveller is a traveller

reprobates,
parasites on/of the Earth
collective patch here

This is the fucking dream.
This is not it.

It's good to grow old,
through passing stages
and be aware- feel- the procease.

Wind turbines
calm majestic serene

Anything's possible
and nobody cares

'Beautiful soul'

All shouting
no substance

As
something that for a short time is heaven
for a long time would be hell

It's all relative
and transcending that.

In fact,
to reach God
is to transcend
relativity
from within.

Dream fragments
tell me of my day (to come)