i am flying to saturn tomorrow , to drink tea with aliens.

A blank page , endless possibilities 

A universe,

A piece of art

A fantasy novel

And a piece of your heart

A line

Each line is a rep, each rep is a line, each moments is a unique snowflake, each step is just you and the line. Peace.

Step by step we find a way, line by line, a new life emerges 

A lines in the form of  trees, which look like veins. Vines, lightening,  roots and shoots

Icicles and bicycles, a frosted shore, 

Intergalactic travellers

Midnight revellers 

A laid bare tree and a lung

A bushy tree and a cloud , 

Shattered glass, stained glass and broken concrete, are animal prints with out dots, lines in a different dinner jacket.

A darkness which shrouds.

Constellations in forms of deep underwater creatures

Buzzing of bees, and radio waves, magnetic waves. interstellar ships revolving around bright nuclear engines, 

Nebulae, fungi interconnected systems 

Town maps, computer circuits, mountains and icicles, over lays overlaced signals

Dna coded life, machine code, parabels and parallels 

Years of work , a life of pain into a moment of ink