Princess of the Time
I want to tell you all
about a dream I have
to do what comes forth
without knowing all the things
called the right and wrong
but real love is without tone and timbre
instead it has a lot of feel and foe but
no realtime pleasure for the rioting
mass of flesh we call
the real or breast
of light and time.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 