Presumed to be an eager event of doubtful enthusiasm.. at first. The artist, the artist and the literary defunct functionality all worked as One.. radiant piece of concentrated and conscientious bliss. Over awed words- perhaps many a po-faced, distasteful analyst may WELL find the delicate flaws.
Yet, Y’all keep coming from a million Miles over
Seas- glad to beneficially be here. So jovially near
As the eye. The mind, the listening Ear… …
spares itself from ALL OF ITS BLUSHES to sore.. to this never ending sense of
… … concentrated bliss
Twisted inside the eyes of a wandering wall sometimes
Cork city.. pileup of pAINT and “pretty”
