We left our dreams behind
Walked away on them
No one of us knew
clockwise or widdershins
Absconded empty-souled
Armed with our dull imagination
To a river of dark glue
Sojourned for good in preposterous tradition
11.08.15
We left our dreams behind
Walked away on them
No one of us knew
clockwise or widdershins
Absconded empty-souled
Armed with our dull imagination
To a river of dark glue
Sojourned for good in preposterous tradition
11.08.15