A LETTER TO NO ONE...

DEAR COSMIC STARLIGHT:

...i approach the keyboard like it were a stage...I write to no one...though it feels just like I am talking to some body. Dig it be a mystery...the pyramid wind...the blue fizz of a midnight moon sky spent on foamy clouds looking like a Greek God's beard...

...the earth is unbuttoned...sometimes I dive right into her. Those unmarked passages in the woods where electric flowers sprout about and spell out the unborn secrets in the air...gotta bounce right over the barbed-wired fence...never understood the concept of property...guess we all have to feel like we own something to keep our fragile minds content...

...to own something: we must devour someone...and that just doesn't seem right to me...

...and that's why I write you, Cosmic Starlight: I don't get shit. Hells, I don't even know your true name.