If my fears cripple me, how then cope with a world afraid?
Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.
A both aye’ve scene on downy wings, boughed beneath moonlit knight. And ate black cats in Alis rooms, two fat to eke a mouse. Eye’ve Romed, I’ve clowned, aye’ve neighsayed big gots Playered colour on a feeled, without the u. vs. me. Meet in the sandwich, meat in the language. We wander lonely as a … Continue reading Matters knot