Wednesday

river to ocean glide


______________________________ O the watch keeps time ~ ____________

This farce has a moon mumble Jill. She count and recounting decomposable. Passable to the liver. Not a shunning cage, but the codliver oil of mother and father.


Silence as Athena passes over. The cloth mist and factory parting its burlap cover. Not a second too late to its furthest icon. Something to go along with the breath rifting the wave splitting its end by curling.




Come along lovelies this lace's tied your bound ~ .



Between those chords you were born ~



That's Paris and the storm ~

where truth was born ~