Jan 2017
Loose pebbles grit the wheel.
i hear the grind spit
and the earth kneel. i march -
and grovel, as i bark
and hound -
the very fox what stole my stride
and left me feet below
the ground.
i hear the grind spit
and the earth kneel. i march -
and grovel, as i bark
and hound -
the very fox what stole my stride
and left me feet below
the ground.
