Steps Through Light Ripples…

“My love must be a kind of blind love
I can’t see anyone but you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop

Are the stars out tonight
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you dear
Sha bop sha bop

The moon may be high
Sha bop sha bop
But I can’t see a thing in the sky
I only have eyes for you”by Harry Warren and Al Dubin

Once from the harbors of Calimesa City —sailed great ships of crystal and purple satin sails—‘cross space high—sea wide—space—toward small—places of spinning—three steps from star-bright—to sunlight tight—dancers—heated waves vibrating life—chances of starts—begins-of-ends—exploded—homes of variations and always—conducive to blood-fleshed creations—and our—creature selves. Lights of night—spot brilliance—and lines—along shoreline’s length—dimming as they too—scatter away from seeing—folks passing one another—as they walk water-front streets along—the westerly notions of Calimesa City.

Shine ‘cross water’s edge—looping and faint—far away—from those faithful walkers—street people—moving—when sun drops—and twin moon spins—enter sky—both from the East and again—from the west…Were they substance? If not—then could—those two—be ephemeral? Time measured—as moving ahead—when moments—disappear backward? How can light—become bright—and still often—plunge one—into darkness? And! How does one—wake up in places—with no darkness—and still be in—an endless night?

Step through—lights—from mountain top splendor—to photographs—of halo and nights. Cram—Jam—Berry talk—and moonlight walk—begin—as Orbits of—Multitudes clear cloud cover—and circled—blue worlds…And! The amounts of dark matter—are so substantial an amount—as to far outbound—a Universe of visibility…Heavenly bodies do swirl—along the twirl—laws forwarded by Johannes Kepler—and gravitates’ fundamental natural forces—of glue—to either hold or attract toward—paved circles or—twines-of-lines—by Sir Issac Newton… And! Now—we know—ripples in Space—are Gravitational Waves…

We may—be-proof-of—the something-of-else—far from planet—here-to-there—where once and often— Gods—if allowed—do rule—the what-of-ever-forever-for-more-or-less—create something’s—woman and man— inside worlds—of Sirius Peak-Shriek and Speak. Then—Nomad Gods drag—life’s sweet strength—to Mars and Earth—and other—beyond—in hinged—fringes and the light-bytes—of Crystal ships and magic sails—-and no sound engines-to-race? Improved or less—and by the joint—-endeavors’ of sin survive—and here we-be—alive?

Ships of crystal—and filled to brim—with living mischief—and the odd whimsy—of god-speak and legend—lurch forward—-toward features reversed—or continued—or extinguished…Titans created—the-creations-of-presences—histories and common fallacy…And! Since wars—among Titans rage—heaven’s high and length— ‘tis simple why creatures—created in images—or by—production of accidents’—industrial strength—and robotics’ revolutions—determine little more—than continued strife—strike—stupidity and suffering—through little success—successfully executed and lost…

The created-creations—lost an ‘Eden’ place—when the ‘She’ and ‘He’ of the ‘It’—either happens—by an accidental-accident—or fall from—or is pushed out of—the wonder of— ‘Immaculate Contraptions’—and through construction—‘divinely discovers’ the—‘other than’ robotic being—and join the ‘Spirits of Twirl’—while discovering choice is better—than and more difficult than—the straight-in-line-crawl—toward golden lights—cave dwellings and scrawling—dots or dashes ‘gainst walls—without reasons or rhymes or the ‘Rhythm of Love.’

The concepts of Alpha’s—fade into sunlight’s setting—in a western sky—or—an eastern place— where Suns counter-twirl—the clock’s faced sweep —of hands—out-of-motion in—the used-to-be circle—and night still happens—and daylight’s measure—is counts of —products- produced—and profits’-loss-or-gain. Must be—Gods-of-creation…We create them—they must earn—a return—for creations sweet—‘so let it be—in written-speak?

The commune of Paimpont—is near the city of Rennes…Is Paimpont Forest—Brocéliande? Magical—mysteries of planet space—a place—where the Lady of the Lake—Merlin’s capture—a tree where imprisoned—he may still remain? Or! Mystery rich—Merlin’s tomb—the Val sans Retour—enchanted land—where ‘Morgan le Fay’ casts spells—to—imprison—her loves? And! Remember—that once Rennes—was Condate—tiny village—of wonder spells—twisted whirls of twirling—tells—story rich—and tame.

The People should never be afraid of their government…Their government should always be afraid of The People …Bombs to feed our Children—WTF? ‘Swords to Plowshares’—How Simple and How Sweet…Worlds without Rape and Murder—Absolutely! And! ’ Sleeping in Safe Arms’ Wonderfully—Wonderful…donchathink?

And! Beautiful you are…

‘I Only Have Eyes For You’…performed by The Flamingos

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