It won’t always rhyme
images are not available
every time
I can’t even say for certain
something will be here every day
But as does entropy
my love for thee
Is
Here is the real
Now is the time
How is the feel
There is sublime
The flowers will die
The loved will lie
Down by the river
then into the flow
the artist will know
What the meta
is for
More
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
