Below the level of our sea

we see:

a purple sky

cotton clouds
low from Our Infinity

red and green flashing lights, distant

love

warriors beneath, at peace

a cool humidity is our fuel.

And so it goes…

Gregory Gathman, USA

Proclivities, antiquities, and all that jazz.

Blasts from past

shall never overlap

our thirst

our quest

our

one

last

breath.

Gregory Gathman, USA

Within our ecosystem

we have:

choice…

…choose to embrace our Aquarium,

or go mad trying to escape beyond

the glass

only to find

there is only

one

way

out.

Gregory Gathman, USA