Not Me We met On the net She said We talked Took net walks She said We gambled Chanced a scramble She said We bet Caught a jet She said We stood Cast the hoods She said I cannot do that. Must be the newness(to me) of the medium. I like these two-dimensional spaces. Pure-Light with choosing to indulge in-Now and the soft-practice of Lessness. Me This place is good For the Spirit I find Always returning And have been reminded I suppose There is room here For nebulousturnedtolines I Believe Hot Summers coming around for the re-bound got that lowdown anticipation moving edging down standing forward trying holiday ads as last summers heat both seem to say stay awhile please as I want to go to get away Keeping time I see you hiding Over there In plain sight You are The tempo Of your song Your soulmusic Your melody Each refrain I can see/hear so plain So plain As it comes around No explain What must remain Must remain