Never were true words Spoken. What is manifest Is illusion. The Real poem is so Indescribably perfect, Just imagine it.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Never were true words Spoken. What is manifest Is illusion. The Real poem is so Indescribably perfect, Just imagine it.
If you are patient, Bottom of your heart becomes Heart of your bottom
Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You