This dawnlight spills on grasslands wide and bare,While elephants move slow through morning haze,Mount Kenya stands in silent, stony praise—A god of stone, unmoved by human care.My thoughts, like dust, were drifting in the air,No compass fixed, no voice...

At the edge of the morning,they shimmer—stripes stitching and unstitching the plain,a restless river of black and white dreams. Each hoof prints a fleeting mapon the dust that forgetsand the wind that remembers. Ears tilt toward the unseen,eyes catch the flick...

A Tube From Where To No-Where T'was never..  Meant to be swallowed  ...and wallowed in  Gotta learn to gargle and spit  ...these marbles of media...  Where folks marvel from  That seedier  ... greedier  ..........needier..  Content...  Are they content?  Satisfied?  NBC...