Within the explosive outer
is faith of the modern day latter
who came later
into the world of an ornate technology, bomb crater,
and now is mad as a hatter
there are times when these
hills are piquant, still born
even till crusty dawn,
at least the crashes and dashes which work out, in outer spaces is the riddled world of poetry and prose
and all those baby faces.
Beautiful!
Thank you for your comment, Susy.