In the lingering captivity of shimmering landscapes
Dormant drifting islands.
Whirling suns, tinsel glitter of plumes,
Galaxies of boundless lace.
The roar of the plasma of the sun, a swarm of fire-faced spirits,
Throws…
Move over Shakespeare! Well-endowed indeed! A tongue by Vict…
I like because it's too out of my mind, but it's not out of …
very spacious atmosphere
Hi Victor! After reading your poetry I think your music is "…