There it goes again

throught windless meadows full of wanderers and nomads. there he rose up into a sky lantern lit with morning glory seeds. the seedlings sprouted into everglades and gliders. real light penetrates through endless enlistments. The yard is full of pard. The pard is full of pell mell hell mell and jell mell rell mell dell mell rell mell hell mell. the wanderer is free to love around and move around and be about and not cease to exist to be around in this finite holes of existence receiving itself to itself through sky repeated fencing matches lighter and seed oils rumbling around and around the world. as long as i live.