Intangible….

Whir, wisp, whiz  and whittle….. some poet is dazzling with bow and Fiddle… come yielding your head to mystical places…. we are off dreaming for just awhile….

Whisper, wink, laugh, and whistle…. let your hair fall down slow dancing a little…….. scales of film…. falling from your eyes…. go waltzing with him… a revelation mile….

Wings and things of angelic dreams… come challenging your soul to grasp… citing death as a welcome guest…. puncturing like an asp….

This poet’s needle is sewing life…. unwinding thread from a spool…. mysterious things unseen… he’s bringing to life… soft moving….. yet intangible….

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