Spaceman In Arcadia
post-apocalyptic musings from the edge of reality
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Untitled # 229
like the tree every leaf lets go
like any caged dreamer knows
the sunlight always wanes
the cast shadows swing
and flay wildly like
cartwheels through
boredom.
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