Monday, April 5, 2010


Circles. The fingers are stiff as a passion forgotten, locked away in some maybe trunk, covered in wounds and molding banadages.


That gift, that force-for so long

1 comment:

  1. A gift is in the now and the now of the gift was then, the time has passed, not the gift, transmogrification is under way. A new way, a new day, all part of you.