
Alters with landings,
travelling—as adapters—
human perceptions.

Alters with landings,
travelling—as adapters—
human perceptions.

A shot and some cream,
their fates twisted together—
yin and yang of life.

Owning controlling,
channeling the inner child,
puppeteer singer.

As the setting sun,
hanging on as the world fades,
life—work in progress.

Midday autumn sky—
as apparent as the sun,
yet brighter, the moon.