I find it puzzling that no deep etymology has been found for our word soul, “the spiritual part of a person.”
I donated my old sheets to the fires swept away the device for detecting madness and…
Why is it here today -Bang in the city?Its pure blackSharp against the coloursOf the lesser birds.
When he was youngerAnd cried in the nightThe demons who ate JesusKnew the time wasn’t right
The days are longer here. Why? I do not know.