I the indiscriminate
feel strangely tired with in the eyes
they fill up corners of my vision with Zz's
and catalog hours as moments at rest.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
Two Spruce trees stand,
one sits.
Three Ravens Caw,
one sings.
Four men contemplate the future,
one is.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC