The Times

 one realises the point has gone, never to return

so come what come may...anyway

On a Whim

 when it ought to take time

Cons

 sceptic down to the bone yet open for every obvious lie

Baroque

 the taste for the labyrinthine unstraight gets more urgent

age

Lightheartedness

 feeling it in the knees 

being afraid to lose it

Limbo

going the crooked mile to stay true

In Dreams

 postcards originating from some strange place

on the edge of a decision

Fatto a mano

 the short time of rest 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

itching with the urge to create

Future-Proof

 sustainable in such a way as to provide a future at all