Kerecsen Martin - Purpose: A Place Bereft of Wanderers

let the lustful melodies ring out pursuing a listener gorging themselves with fruitless whims or whispers of treacherous turnings abide not by their calls smothering younglings and drowning sparks of prodigious inspiration let them wallow in their solitude silent voices must not be shunned for they are the future listen let dulcet tones lay softly upon the world on beds of galvanizing lilies or fragrant trumpets touched only by the soft caress of nature watch Time’s lazy hands drift beyond the gap of reality all faces turn to one of numbers noughts and lines reckless in its defecation let placid souls digress and famished men confess to reach their tailored goal infused with self-control while the rest dream on until they sing as one