magoski
I can feel the rush of air and water mixed with moss and mushroom
How is it that Poems are not Near! For, as far away as I am, listening to the Blue of Distance
And swimming with the words
I am at the door of Gaia
and You
are there
"All in
Good Time," you say
The stones you brought
All fit together
like words in a poem
That is Nearby
I am through the Door
because
You let me In
Favorite track: Memory of Blue.