Friday

ten for friend




 Calling off the wagon and tenting in. Aether  . Mister Aristotle's principle. His first cope. Along the Athens road. And the coat. And the warrior. Bucephalus  speaking to the rocks.
Because it was 

Coping. Along this road on the island the
question

loud and clear

                     Why are there things rather than none?


                                      insane to ask. as if existence wasn't mad enough. to have asked
         its intensity bearing down diodes on the head.

and you say poverty coming to greet you    ~ its dodge gauged precedent

                            its rugged fact doge to bullet self breaking lead on the markers of tombstones

many makers and their dea ~

Who knows what devil held your thumb?  carding dealing peeling reeling and unreeling