Poem

ZEN AND THE ART OF BLACKBERRY HUNTING Nature as a whole breathes. So I step inside and like a diamond thief my Pink Panther shines. It breathes in now and I go with it and within it's pause the opposable thumb rules as the eighth wonder. Soft, hard, and a million calculations later, of archetypal memory, it breathes out. So I gently pull and with it, move out to complete the relocation of the jewels to our breakfast.