I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Happy Halloween

So you may think that I only decorate my yard for the holidays. Well, here's my office's meeting table.


The viel thins. Winter winds are gathering their strength. The storm bruised clouds gather on the horizon for a frontal assault on the gates of Summer. Light the fires, pray to your ancestors, and lift the mead horns. Grim faced we trudge to Winter. My blood sings the colors of the trees and calls to the brother crows.

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