re-examine all you have been told . . . dismiss what insults your soul..." walt whitman

ancestral BEings
their mystical night presence
lifts my autumn wings

they NEVER demand
they always offer pure love
they sing their life scars

happy harps play on
poetic laments o'loss
proud descendant tears

17 hidden secrets carry cryptic gifts for those left behind...
ahhhooo ahhhooo ahhhooo deep deep deep NOW NOW NOW in a most unexpected night EVER, TIME 2~BE HAPPY, john!!!