Were i in a summer’s breeze of a spring
mentioned literature that measures
permeates thy soul,
magnified only to which what myth
hath giveth me of my biblical analogies,
into parts of north, south and west
of those lovely intricacies
of electrified attraction.
All these plus parts unknown
into mythic proportions of the love
of ancient tradition in oracle linguistic
til this day,
this old noggin
loves in so many ways.