We’ve all been burnt though few have learnt.That there’s another sideSorry can be…
We grab at words, seized from the thin airWe drag words up from the wriggling earthUnearthly…
Between the words, you may have heard, Other thoughts lie buried, Sentiments and some portents…
When our stock of words depletes,And we’re sitting all alone,The midnight hour has come & goneAnd…
Crashing caught up on top by the cap clap opened open to app snap decision derision…