A Late Night Sonnet |
All about me is decrepit languageWhere once there were great words of victoryI can find no further use for adageNor forge a new byword which bespeaks me Where once I could sway the mood of your...
Posted by Nobody on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 12:47:00 PST |
On Existence and Significance |
Every thing is all at once part of something else, something entirely whole unto itself and infinitely fractured within itself. Every...
Posted by Nobody on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 07:29:00 PST |
