combined effort moonlight, trees, autumn breeze form bobbing shadows a humorous theatre mocks my solitary mood
Notes For 00001 01... made into a poem
looning
moon lumin with the breeze cutting out uglies cookie dough shadows wailing hands in the trees leaves clipped from the earth cursed in rebirth before the projector recurring all this wit and tangle strangulates my solitary mood and pensive strides breaks my face into mirth mad-mad impractical and inefficient life complimenting simian laughter