eccentricityextinguished
the old gods,called backfrom sleep,are angry
the Phantomsscreamed downfrom thered morning sun
the moonis crescentthis morning
He picked up the lemons that Fate had sent him and started a lemonade-stand. — Elbert Hubbard
Hope is the pushthat opens the doorHope is the stepinto the unknownHope is the pull from grief to relief
waiting there on a pin point edge,ripe, balanced, succulent fruit,a huff, a puff of wind, it falls,the bird’s on handfresh from his perchto pick…