The snail so slowly climbs a
Mountain, past thickets and brushes and
Branches; climbing the slope up to the
Apex, past the fountain and din of the
Fallen water; inexorably leaving its slimy
Wake behind it; greasy yellow hue of the
Sun reflecting in the spilled oil
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
The snail so slowly climbs a
Mountain, past thickets and brushes and
Branches; climbing the slope up to the
Apex, past the fountain and din of the
Fallen water; inexorably leaving its slimy
Wake behind it; greasy yellow hue of the
Sun reflecting in the spilled oil