Imagine, you’re on a train.And as you move ahead,Something is always falling behind.
When John was a little kid, He was nowt much at all.But, as a teen, he became a spotty almost-something.A little…
the illuminations of figures on the pagedo nothing to cure their flatnesstrapped in an…
— A Poem
Time is now ungraspable; a desperate reach for such fragmented matter, like the…
A Poem
The eye blinks,life dissipates, the world’s gone,water flows, brinks,the sun once shone.