is to be better only a measure of some hero’s depravity? the last hope for humility, down, down the drain- absent and abstaining from restrained refrains enigmatic in the static stance, that at kinetic glance is different- that in longing looks, cooks leathered memories and lingers lost, inevitably. wring what hope been soaked all unannounced-…
Monday Evening Post: 7.25.22
Another solar spin and begins again the rebranded pondering. The reflection upon choices made as age wins another round in the meander forward. There is a sink full of dirty dishes, and here I am doing this.
The Veracious Facade 