ambient air favours me with silence. old clock on wall ticks its tocks
a bug on my bed just signed its own death warrant. i sow each precious second ..
where shore-line meets the meted moon as though what's done is good to go i take the sack of former life with weights by boat out for a row eyelids bu..
there comes a time for smiles beneath the leafy green above this grassy knoll is where our love doth meet arrives a time to kiss where lips press tend..
The ice has begun to thaw. This valley is melting from white to green; a lumberlack's dream. Trees of incalculable vintage shake an unusually cool win..
There must have been a time when we all shone as one constellation in yore or days best left described as gone dropped a while ago from hole in pocket..
it is somewhat of a paradox how monsters tend to dress as one amongst the flock conceal deceit in skin beneath that writhes in worm/ wrench twist of l..