Certain inference is written in your post...
I sense a characteristic more at theosophy,
No mere kowtow presumption, but…?
It's alright to preen an attribute, when in reality,
The beckoning is of more auspicious design.
I know, I'm no loser, while irony could betray.
I'm here, you're there, and tomorrow…?
Tomorrow extremity could relent to appeasement.
And yet...
Who needs what?
Fly me to Truckee? I don’t know?
You fly to Grass Valley, and…
We’ll purge of subjective notion…
You go for coffee,
I’ll go for tea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember this guy. Pretty good.