posted on Oct, 22 2015 @ 03:46 PM
Ummm...we return once again to inscape...that outside in realm peopled by the never so ordinary...
you...
Can't you just smell the future as it presses against that...ummm...rather largish schnoz your sporting today...My GOD man...look at the size of that
thing...
Shedding
Where the sweet waters spring
From the heart of the land
So cold so refreshing
We bid thirst goodbye
As we climb heavens ladder
To the realm of the Eagle
We leave all encumbrance
And fly spirit fly
NSA
Be warned
We are not now alone
Nor ever have we been
For every deed that we have done
Was catalogued and seen
Yearning
How improbable are trees
Stretching forth finger-like branches
Groping at the air
Unfurling leaves like sails to catch the wind
Yearning to fly
Forever remaining rooted to the dirt
Pssst...a schnoz is that olfactory growth protruding from the fore part of your head.............
NOT...any other protrusion...
Jeez...
YouSir