Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Overcome

Ever obliging the obscure oblivion
The overt overlooked in otiose olive-sized life,
Occasionally oceanic obtuse obviates conformity.

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