We set him free among our minds, we set him free for all times. He wanders free among among our minds, among the archticture of our wisping winding thoughts. He finds his way into our dreams, sowing thoughts for threnodies of all thats lost and bitter nostalgia. These are the sepulchral niches he treads into, no fear no worry and no cosmic hurry. Our alveolated minds provide the honey from which he can find that's which we hold upon high, elevated and encapsulated and draped with love and history.

Sometimes these drawing get away from us...