testing testing...

 ... "still?"

Who is Goose and Who is Chase

She is one, who sees the grace,

of your lines in rhymes 

within visible space so

" rest easy "

it's a measured trace

and the mind 

Who can find the Time

is the one on base...

on the wind...

on a desert land

they came to become

the gathering

and everything

was never planned

happening

all at once and then

again

the dial never changes

and the matter of things

never ends...

the crystalline structure

an order of Nature

the arrangement

"materia"

is at hand

our Mother, "cometh"

and with all of her Mind

" older than the Sun "

" I am and I 

can rewind...

the Time"

Sigma

 " female "...

You

its been four years
what more do you want
it’s been for tears
this endless haunt
the ghost who hears
a whispering count
tumbles my mind
with more than i thought
to chase a phantom
into a plot
is a place for who
and a want of knots
i based my heart
on the sound of parts
and paced my feet
to rhymes of art
to find the place
where a chase of days
burned into means
and hazy ways
i turned the tales
of head to toe
and placed a rock
where pebbles grow
to hear the sounds
of long ago
and put my X
on flickers glow
to sign a seal
for the candles know
what really reveals
where hallowed snow
came 

to become a row.

and a " how
have you been,
my friend "

is what it takes to know,

You.

.
.
,
dont mind me
i’m just having more
strange conversation

and a little spooky action...

just to mention

that distance 

is what is

relative

Updated: today

because I know

You're reading.

~Nicoala

a new tone and

a 'knew' wave d;