I reached back into my grab-bag of tricks Nestled betwixt scraps of paper and scores of pens Bringing forth that buried idea Blowing dust into galactic clouds (two sneezes later) Showing off this rough-hewn stone The tangible from the intangible
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
I reached back into my grab-bag of tricks Nestled betwixt scraps of paper and scores of pens Bringing forth that buried idea Blowing dust into galactic clouds (two sneezes later) Showing off this rough-hewn stone The tangible from the intangible