It was the Year of the Rooster, October 1969
and another deep thinker emerged into the Light.
Born into a Sacred bubble Angels breached,
popped prematurely so military fledgling
allowed to spread limbs and live minus cuffs
with altered attitude about society evolving.
Sunshine and sunflowers are cradled but not
everybody's cup of tea tolerated for Spirit lived
alone still emotionally stable in Elysium garden
while other roosters rocked back and forth
on fringe of danger as I prefered to befriend nature.
Every creature quality on wheel, breathed in brevity
without seeing myself as selfish just mentally unique
like a fingerprint on the paranormal plane,
opposite of what the Zodiac may have thought.






and love



for all to behold.



24 old applause
