Push one three three

If I ever see what’s in front of me then I’ll know it’s not there when the air shimmers. Glimpse? yeah glimpse is for wimps, but the spirit rocks me to sleep and in the crying comedy of a cosmic tragedy I dream of Troy. Running out of time and upside down the clock ticks on…

Read More

Species

    The compass or another form of navigation guides me to the origin or as some prefer to call it the creation.   I’m in two minds, one tells me stop, the other says go.   Do I really need to know?     I have come a great distance for some reassurance but…

Read More