Random Musings - 7/29/18

Winged words warble down dewy corridors.

Ancient pines and Nazca lines lay with Lindbergh's lies.

Secrets sweet and sickly squeeze through sanctuaries in space...as Jupiter courts his many moons and surpasses Hefner's pace.

Minions here and there and near and far from humanplace...where knowledge abandons the wicked and wise, with widowed residue.

Roaming, roving, raging still, they set fire to the land, Elysium burns under their wrath, as they rise up from the sands.