We flew through the land blanketed in white,
At least it was during the day as things of course are darker at night,
With minds open time and space felt quite a bit to clear,
Which is strange since Bacchus made surte of drink was still there,
A castle is a castle in whatever sense exists in a name,
As a body is a body not necessarily defined by the frame,
In truth seeking and truth talking the world appeared at least a little more tame,
Though in the midst of emotion sometimes truth and falsities may actually be the same,
After flying through space waiting and watching as the sky changes hue,
I am picturing, nay considering traveling it with you.
10:06 AM, 11/16/2021, Tuesday