Empty busy spaces

Thinking about those full spaces

When no-one’s there

I wonder what it would do to me

To be there when awake and not

Asleep like everyone else, passing-by

Without ever being able to think about

Whyfore and when shall

We begin

The dance




Begotten fonts

Of knowledge

Shall be

Then and there

A long time a One-time equal

Of it too.

I will bend to the will

But not the way of the King of the Ether

Namely, Bioman.

Say again.


Copyright B E Saunders 2016

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: