PLAYING CATCH UP...
Settling into the graveyard, slaving hard for future grand-kin. To slumber while work remains; a mighty costly sin. When the digi-world flickers midnight out west, the big red sun splashes his best. Abreast my aesthetic lifeboat, eye gloat. High on Something To Cope. Feels like something is in my thrope whenever wheels start biking this fast. The last place to rest my heart is on a mare. Past & future cares eye declare long gone; there is a present to embrace! A beautiful full-figured moon of space!
5 years ago