Fleeting joy
Medow of green grass and grey rock
Sky about to rain the first of the spring
Running around tail in the air
Jumping around the birds to see them fly
My red friends all yapping with joy
I’m with them finally
Feeling freedom again
Tag Fox
Impart said the speckled frog
Impart, impart, impart
Said the speckled frog
I’m walking in this soft moist bog
And a Willy wag tail squeaks
Be curt be curt be curt and cerful, thicker bushes
I squelch and simmer in the heat and avoid the bushes
A duck startles me
Map! Map? Map!
I check and see I’m indeed of course
Onwards to the swamp gums on the bank a kookaburra yells
Crockcrockacrockaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I hasten my retreat and avoid the area and get to my destination
Their in a little clearing is a old wise serpent whom I’m sure will tell me more I need to know
Limit of a string (a spell)
Every string is concerned
Don’t believe me?
I’m not surprised my love
This is why I tie you up
In these binds
Listen to my voice
As you know how to trust me
Learn how to trust this truth
Feel this loop it is the roots they are strings
Tighten blood bonds on your feet
You walk on these
Boots
Reach into the trees leaves,
More strings
Careful caressing will reveal
Touch as swoon you will, to you hair the
Breeze
Phantom of my life, atoms are all
Strings tied into little balls
Tie into strings connect
A little lonely
Fletch
Fishermen in a lake, and yours is great
Little liquid form
A thick string to plumb the depths
Rope that’s now
Wet
Dismal bloods, beads out like water
Watch and see it thicken
It is sap from the tree
Thickens scabs that the strings can be seen
Ties
You see the boots walk on the roots
Winds blow you stringy hair
Tied by the fletch
Wetter by the lake
Ties again with the blood
Strings are connected together my love
Just as you are to them
Silver Foxes
I don’t chase them
But I crave them
No mater their supposed gender
In love with silver foxes
You could serve them to me in golden boxes
I’ve got a confession to tender
Be they woman or man
I’ll search across the land
For silver foxes
The Fox
They called Adam the fox.
When they told him this he took it on as his own DarkNet persona. A fox was a poet, a planner, a schemer, a cunning and odd but wise friend to some. He was a trickster, a pest, a thing to be hunted, a shadow, to others. It was a lovely persona to have. Sometimes when he was bored he would search for images and books, knowledge to do with fox. That’s how he discovered Sam. On Mars long before he discovered a way to make Douglas look like the best place for her Dad to take the new DarkCaster. Adam knew he had to make a profile of a agency that helped DatkCasters, so he naturally called it DarkFox Unlimited.
He was lost in thought as he got into the slightly late 56 transport to East Quarter. He didn’t notice a dark cloaked person sit four seats away from him. In retrospect a lot of this story would be blank had he taken the to time to step away from his own DarkNet centered world and looked around the transport. Some of you right now might think its a good idea to do the same.
Adam worked at the Central Processing Plant in East Quarter. As he got off his transport, he searched for the new standards he would need to apply today, making sure he didn’t leave his mind open to attack. Thankfully he wasn’t quite that stupid.
The dark cloaked person had to tail him all the way to the Terminal at his station in the Central Processing Plant before he used his skills in a way that could be traced. The Dark Cloaked person placed a trace bug, then slowly set about the way back to the station. Adam didn’t notice the bug at work in his mind for some time.
“Today’s job; process iron ore and gold from Venus five. Transport gold to Zurich station Luna, transport steal to Saturn 7, transport slag to reclaimer 43z”
Adam said aloud. “Ok. A normal day.”
He let his mind work on setting up the last bits of his DarkFox unlimited for Sams arrival on Wednesday. His body did the now automatic process of pulling the leavers and buttons of the processing terminal and transport program.
