Standing at the edge of something Now and long ago Shadows formed in distant mist Down among the trees Remembering the midweek bells Wondering Shapes...
Oh, beautiful Jack. Again, you astonish me. Somewhere in the wanderings and the lostness emerges a truth. It appears among people in the strangeness...
I wake to the sound of people barking at dogs and I’m back My mind replaying meaningless scenes Dreams of reality Head spinning with things I need to...