There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
Ever On the Wing
And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →
