From victorian to sci-fi to beatnik to hippie to gangsta rap to impressionist to indie rock to post modern to imagism to expressionism and all over and back and all over again.
Somehow, someway, I want to, and sometimes do, merge them all in a constant, endless stream.
Cezanne, Whitman, Keats, Yeats, Lakey, Siler, Pope, Swift, and so many more.
The sci-fi of the grecian urn.
The poetry of palpatine.
It all weaves a melting vessel to sail the star solar sails across the inky earthy awful heavens and galaxies.









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