“The darkness around us is deep.” - William Stafford maybe the Earth is flat, adrift an ocher sea raft of pine poles tethered to it pimply moon, days rise in vast swells and you bob among the hours and dream a billion stars ragged ride for one, but adventure for two one to scud the gales, hold the line, one to tell stories, watch for storms, two could seed a hundred victories, escape at least one close call and heartfelt, comfort comes home here and now, chocolate sweet in spoonfuls while the Earth grows round beneath you
Kinetic Poetry - Subject to change without warning.