There is a too much-muchness/
Like a slow burning not-enoughness/
Dreams of gates that invite but air/
Of fires that end the world.

A friend of mine was playing with my Olivetti 22, and created the below prompt, to which I wrote a response…
World-feeling minted by social currency/
Planet-wide zeitgeist - unreality generality/
Shifting dusty scree on Plains Arcadia/
Where bedrock truths emerge from the melee

By verdurous shade of aspen grove / Close clone trunks and golden boughs / Whorls that see and bark that hears / Winter mana for elk and deer