Obelisk

Majik moments, the making there of, not for the feint, of heart
Yes, you can call those moments grand illusion or a fool’s delusion
Por those of us that embrace the alchemy, we know no constraint
One, two, three and sometimes four, creating ripples in your mind

Roving places in space from now to then and to where… now hasn’t been
Take from there, bring to here, leaving trails of discombobulation
Area spatial has consequence not for those of a true heart’s majik
Land of Lilliput awaits those unlucky souls chosen by me

G.R. Hambley ©
May 16,2018

Name(required)

Email(required)

Website

Comment(required)

Submit

Δ

Advertisement