In the loop of the know, where am I.

The piddle from the puddle

poured tears over

the odours of the odious,

the naivety of the knave

from the graze on the maze

to minds gravitating towards

the non existence,

lucky to be alive.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we may be lost, but at least we alive enough to know that.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes indeed J , thank you and sorry for the delay.