Caught in Kether

Hoof high

Roadside

Run or hide

Heatwave

Hot spring

High time

No love, no lime

All alone in your devices

The snare of rhythm

Wild with weeds

Windblown seeds

I’ll elude you

Alluding to

Love language

A silent tongue

Cryptic tryptych

From over the sea

They brought me

For a hunting party

Now I’m free

They brought me

From over the sea

For their tea party

But now I’m free

The western wasteland

All planned

Metallic discourse

Stolen sand

Land swallowed by sea

Ocean engulfed in fiery fury

Void yawning mourning

Magic hidden in a tree

Change takes time

Dream a while and rest with me.