As I rise, gazing out the window of my home unit, I see clearly the writhing of dancers in un-light. Still at rest the others do not witness it, this is well. My labor is but a mild distraction of this new awareness.
As I rise, gazing out the window of my home unit, I see clearly the writhing of dancers in un-light. Still at rest the others do not witness it, this is well. My labor is but a mild distraction of this new awareness.
It's a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
Required weekly reading for the modern guardsman
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
Reading Into Everything.