As We Begin the New World, Unaffraid
I am backlogged over the holidays with a lot of strange new poems and song ideas and for physics what I have called the Biron (LeByron and Icibeshi) particle concepts that seem to come closer to relativistic ideas of particles in rotocenter brane regions of quasi-crystal space and so on.
How sweet the natural colors, warm and the world earthen and happy in the holding. With the West Wind behind my back how can there be any bleakness of night? My sails move true as long as I can feel and think about the wind.
