TRIBUTE TO OUR DEAREST MOTHER-PLANET EARTH

"...around curved

and silent cliffs encapsulated

by pale-n-sticky fog as hunting tracks

of early Cambriam without trace

of written folios, or Gladiators assigned

by rulers in every Coliseum, however sheltered by

scripted stained vitrages emerged and gothicly

projected as roofs and chimneys toward Sky,

and pastures of curling ewes with blue

and lashed romantic eyes inclining grace

and kindness of a pathetic bubbling in famous

off-Broadway scripts: Almighty, Glory Yours!

to override mine own muteness origin of Mowgli's

transforming in rhetoric by simple means..."

 

 

Done