A Demi-Monde of sorts...a byway of SPIRIT

Disappearing into the Demi-Monde is my wont*... ...*inclination

Loving the fog-imbued heir to all whose shapes change

in the soft-toned, wonder-filled cumulous

Of nighttimes lived in 'eonic' stretches between shades of matrilineal enrapturemant (if not internment)...

amidst the gradual dawning that

This Condition- mine and yours- though wondrous to behold...

Our Humanity...is, by observation, quite delicate and frail.