I did my time where time didn’t exist, dimensional vacation, zoned in dedicational routines, locked within a prison full of assumed criminalities, where I became free through pen-strokes and pencil scratches.

My mind lost inside Duke Ellington’s invention, the jungle cadence, I discovered that I could overcome anything.

I hope you still remember me.

I have been looking for ages………..roving people that decipher my genius.

Here is to hoping that hope works. SO that my hope……..that you are the sponge of linear/fragmented understanding prepared to soak my emotion/sensations/laughter up.

As I shake your soul like a dead lighter, give me hope, you person of dastardly reliance.

Comply and come with me in my wandering whims, like that of the many years of my dimensional exploration.

The time is now.

Concede to this perfect chance alignment of accidental ennui, chaos and exuberance.

If you listen to my words……. well sequenced, the verbs deep with worth.

Your search for completion follows the hollow wind that races…….like the thunder of my rhetorical meaning.

I am the rumble in a rebel voice.