Mar 2018
This darkness, its warmth; those moments,
Their permanence, they're permanent; these
words ring with something I will not abandon,
Something real; it locks part of my soul, listening
for two minutes and forty-two seconds to the sound
of lake control.
Their permanence, they're permanent; these
words ring with something I will not abandon,
Something real; it locks part of my soul, listening
for two minutes and forty-two seconds to the sound
of lake control.
The light of my laptop feeds my knowledge-hungry mind
through a pair of data-dilated eyes. Perhaps we should
forgo the neuro- and just let those sleeping dogs lie.
through a pair of data-dilated eyes. Perhaps we should
forgo the neuro- and just let those sleeping dogs lie.
