ampers& planet

ampers& planet

the days there are not never bl&

the nights sometimes may get out of h&

& you’ll freely bet

on bliss & regret

to writhe on the lot’s baby gr&

..

& if you catch scent of a dahlia

& lily & orchid et alia

the l&ndscape may change

& the game’ll free-range

& your mood may become melancholia

..

but sense & instruction abound

when the s&ndcastle falls to the ground

a b c d cease &

a welcome release &

the str&s of intent may be found

..

l’envoi

beware of power lines, my child: they leave a whiplike br&,

you are not meet to mete a fate brought on by ampere-s&.

&

don’t forget to volt!