HERE IT IS AGAIN

HERE IT IS AGAIN
THE SAME OLD
POEM FROM WAY
BACK THEN

RETURNING
IN DUE TIME
TO REMIND
THE  UN-EERIE
OF AN EXISTENCE
BETWEEN REALMS
&
A MENTAL STATE
WHERE ALL
THAT HAS EVER
HAPPENED
IS REMEMBERED

A PLACE WHERE
FORGOTTEN DREAMS
GO TO LIVE THEIR
LIVES IN THE MIND
OF THE  UNBORN

A GOLDEN TREASURE
FOR THE SEEKER
OF LOST KNOWLEDGE
AND TRUE WISDOM

A CHAMBER OF OCCULT SECRETS
FOR HERMETIC
BROTHERHOODS
OF  OUFUO

A LIBRARY
OF  PROPORTIONS
YET UNMEASURED

ONE DAY IN SUCH
A GRAND PLACE
CAN BE LIKENED
TO A HUNDRED
YEARS IN HIGHSCHOOL
WITH NO SICK
DAYS

AND THAT SAYS
A LOT ABOUT IT
IF NOT ALL

SURELY
WITH POETIC
SKILLS
THERES NO
END TO THE POSSIBILITIES
WHEN IT COMES
TO EXPRESSING
ONESELF
BUT JA & YES
THE
 MIND SPACE
TIME  CREATING
VOID  OF THE ALL
AND NOTHING
 IS GENUINELY TRICKY
AND NOT EASILY
TRANSFERED
DOWN
TO AN GROSSLY
LIMITED
REALITY OF
THINGS

IT HAVE TO
BE DONE BY
MAGICK
WITCH IS
THE ART OF CREATING
CHANGE IN ACCORDANCE
WITH WILL
&
THATS THE
HE & THE SHE
OF IT