And what do we do about that?
Seven o'clock in the morning -
last night the perfectly-placed
half-moon was outside my window
while I was reading the words of
other men. Nothing to say about
that. The wise and the wizened, all
men get their branched opinions.
The light came wanly through - too
weak for impression but okay for
vision. I rode my myriad horses
through the darkened caves of time.