wilsonminor

Shifting winds can water the eyes, Blind the heart and soil the skies, Cement the feet and bind the ties, And hide distrust in disguise. But one can rise upon the air, Choose to chance and dance the dare,

The universe is a temptation, But the deeper mystery lies in self. Crawling along mechanized To the beat of an elsewhere drum. Whispered confessions Of the demonic absurdity of solitary spirits. Hearing