+ Experiments –

The art of speechlessness Softly took shape as well the hour aged Elapsed were the years since nose to nose I was with such familiarity Quietly a scope once binded with fear Was finely broadened by a ribbon of rebellion The invitation was to experiment With that project the universe refers to as (+love+) Which in turn is often mistaken with (-lust-) Where is it that we stand? Speaking too soon Has always been a weakness of mine And I’d be doing myself an injustice If a casual taste was said to be “+ In-development-“ For now we can give and take These open ends drifting through the air