Rus Sneddon Poems

The thrill of the chase makes its pace,
Worked out in my mind are the maps of Time
Working, in ways
But behind is blind.
...

Thankful in spirit,
Being able to hold up in the remission of Ecstasy,
For making Love should hold Ecstasy in joy,
And this orbital has shown Ecstasy
...

Reeling reverence in a braidth of mind
solderin' hundreds of minute wee thoughts
around my ears, in efferfvescent light
like lucifiere valkeyrie
...