Betwixt

Thank you Lord.

The dope I keep in my soul.

Why alternate?

When there is no where to turn, I turn to what you know.

That's where I am at harmony.

In the rythem of time honored selections that are antique & aged.

To the infatuation of the queen of my dreams.

Are you her?

Would my gases seesaw purely from the perception?

So uniquely gawky that maintaining notice is 4eva n a day.

I continue to wheel tea as I ponder with the help of Mr.Scott.