there’s a strangeness to these days that i can’t quite put a finger on the persistent tapping in the back of my mind that once

Author River Dixon
there’s a strangeness to these days that i can’t quite put a finger on the persistent tapping in the back of my mind that once
Like an all-inclusive, unescapable Parade route through madness Everybody loves this, so they say Tossing candy, waving to the pretty lady Saluting distant, vacant eyes
I’ve finally Come up With an ending But I Don’t think You’re going To like it It involves The holding Of one’s Breath A submersion
They asked me why I don’t often write of the vastness of stars tides of the sea a flower’s bloom bathed in a kiss of
please, indulge me for a moment if you’ve a few to spare as I seize this opportunity at a live, captive audience of one for
it’s been a long time coming the divisive fracture held much longer than expected through the wind and the rain ever widening, splintering the creaks