September 15
It’s not pretty math one saddled with the remainder one the larger denominator one always wanting more This crescent moon is a quarter this night is one third over this silence a tense zero some bad egg that might hatch
It’s not pretty math one saddled with the remainder one the larger denominator one always wanting more This crescent moon is a quarter this night is one third over this silence a tense zero some bad egg that might hatch
colder this side of the pass rain and the threat of rain, almost worse i think for being imagined, and you couldn’t imagine the things i can think in the vastness of a room