I get that I am going one way slowly back ’til two a head the restive tents’ pretensions, ‘tho unaddress’d, a semblance contest the passage, ‘tho a toll ill afford all the baggage secretly advanced
Daily Archives: December 30, 2012
Camphor’d Wax
henceforth on the run, a short cloven lateral moors the erasures of mailed cohorts, mirage as an assassin lanterns lowly wick, an amulet shone to the shadow of a dove, the moon’d road a scroll