a code in which to find in me,secretsetched deep into the binary, she reads me, Tennyson,but she reads me too, there below the zeroI gohand in hand with the one…
Daily Archives: November 23, 2020
Purgatory blue
But what if we never came backand end up as groove in a trackon a record that’s stuck in the twenties? there’d be no moreno ever afterjust scratches on parchmentdevoid oflife and love and laughterandwhat if we never came back?is it worth it to try something newwhen nothing is who we become? I hate poets…
Oxford
Not the outer limits but the inner rings of quantum fantasy, futuristic?a bit like Star Trek used to beboldly goingquantumly…
Square peg
Sometimes on Mondaylike this Mondaywhich will be last Mondaynext MondayI’m tired before I fit in…
