I racked my head for a poem;
some stack of words to say "good morning, pray you are well", but stacks swell and topple messily on my hands to your eyes, so
"Good
Morn-
ing
Jaz-
mean,
cruel,
fate
to wake to
one star,
and not
another."
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
I racked my head for a poem;
some stack of words to say "good morning, pray you are well", but stacks swell and topple messily on my hands to your eyes, so
"Good
Morn-
ing
Jaz-
mean,
cruel,
fate
to wake to
one star,
and not
another."
