My ship sails upon the ocean Though I’m not a seafaring man. My love of the sea is a part of me Though I’m not an amorous man. Science is my mystery The wonders plague my mind. A search to find that moment in time And the reason for it all Yet, if I knew, […]
Inside my Mexican Stonehenge La Bufadora speaks. The wisdom of the ages She speaks of war and peace. Yet feelings of imperfection Instill themselves in me An unjustified imbalance In dissonant harmonies. She’s trying to tell me something It’s meaningfully deep. My ears choose not to listen And her lips choose not to speak. But […]