Mysterioso 8: A Risen to Black Roses

YN is the sister of Zen. Zen is the practice YN is the physics. Too much is all about nothing. Almost a car growl in a splatter of rain. Nearly a laugh. Being a pain. Imagining a whale ship. Listening to big ones. Lighter than feathers. Nothing is there. Joining into bundles. The yellow centers with antlers begin with black. Lonely. Sweet as honey. Overpopulated by blossoms and petals. And we stretch in this bed touching shoulders, just as whales and mice do. This is from Plumstones, cartoons of no heaven. I'm going to start over here. What does not change... No!