As If
When I hold a sunflower, it slides into my eyes comes into my nose, and my hand absorbs its essence....
When I hold a sunflower, it slides into my eyes comes into my nose, and my hand absorbs its essence....
The honeybee queen pipes her G-sharp pitch and secretes her pheromone that communicates the lyrics: All is well, we are...
When I peer into the Otherworld and see the Beautiful Impossible, I slap on a name, and the dream confined...
Even though there is no longer an Elsewhere left to travel to, no place still unmapped, no culture still unknown...