A poem
When the stars land on the moon we will see through clarity,intentions of the Gods to populate with joy…
Doubt.Then back to now, back in focus.Again, aching, imposter.Calm, calmly again for a little…
The automation. Limitless.Never tiring. So little and so much. So the more I do. The less I think. The…
The barn smelled like burnt coffee, manure in the sun.My friend had a pony.To us, it was a…
Darkness settles.Great warm blanket. It seeps with gentle comfort, but we must also be wary…