5am Stomp
Gentle steady rain
Beats in cadence
Through Autumn leaves down spidered gutters
Syncopated as my thoughts
Infected with an unfamiliar wanderlust
Awaiting Gods’ will for Us.
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Gentle steady rain
Beats in cadence
Through Autumn leaves down spidered gutters
Syncopated as my thoughts
Infected with an unfamiliar wanderlust
Awaiting Gods’ will for Us.
Tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, That here obedient to their laws we lie. I am made in the mold of White knuckled men Who wake early Regardless of the night before. Precision is not an exacting science for them Yet we know the... Continue →