MORPHOGENESIS AND ME
Sometimes, our equation seems unbalanced; impossible to solve for “x” when we can’t see “y.” – mh clay
Sometimes, our equation seems unbalanced; impossible to solve for “x” when we can’t see “y.” – mh clay
Emancipation sans achievement; being without having been. Cold are the stars from this deep dark. – mh clay
Ah, such love; sought by poets, all. “…a stampede of syllables.” To be trampled by them – divine. Thanks, Derrick! (Another mad missive from Del on his page; a vision of things to come? – check it out.) – mh clay
Time wrests Now from our grasps. Hold tightly or relax grip; this predator devours all. (Read another mad missive from Del on his page; a bit o’ star gazing – check it out.) – mh clay
Stand in the shadow of our tall belief; together forever, if not here, then… (Another one from Del on his page; brief as a butterfly kiss – check it out!) – mh
Defy the nay-sayers and the dooms-dayers; a little bit o’ hope for the Holidays. – mh