twelfth.

thor's day thunder heads, ninjas.
that's that ominous activation, y'heard?
there are clouds and darkness,
and lights and open sky,
and some serious interaction between
the elements an' that.
the woodsly goodness has got a fix
on the firmament,
and that's pretty fresh.
there's a dazzling display of open airways
all over this fine forested time and place.
plus,
i'm no longer alone in the Fortress,
so it's a homecoming party, of sorts.
at least,
there's food and there are treats.
that makes for a little baby party at any rate.
plus,
you F*ers know i love treats-
the mailman delivered another 'nother
totally expert next level packaged parcel
of prepared words on paper.
that's right,
i got music and movies and books
at the post office box office today.
and like i just said,
you know i love treats, too, neighbors.
it's been a day,
and now it's gonna be a night.
times are being had,
and time is catching air.
the sky is wide open,
and the hourglass is emptying it's dust out.
dust on the wind?
that's not it.
it's more like valkyries getting lifted,
bringing that victorious viking virtue down
on the whole wide world below.
i don't know,
it's just all really happening,
and a little overwhelming.
more than that, even;
never quiet, never soft.....