the old lights
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They came from all the boat docks, by the water that grew smaller each day As it conceded to this particular East Texas July heat We grew stronger until the... Read More
All our unknown aspirations, howled and growled in animal intent. (Read another from Cheyenne on his page; a companion to this one, an age-old adage from when were young. Check it out!) – mh clay
Disconnected, daunted wake-dreamer, solitary sleeper… all. (Read more of Cheyenne’s madness on his page; a celebrated sameness and a wasted word land – check’em out.) – mh
Snake as noun, adjectivally colored. Snake as verb, our winding path in a motionless machine. – mh