Our quest for the Grail led nowhere. My silence paced your prayers as my knife sliced your bread. Advertisements
We’re on a diplomatic mission, go-betweens for Elfs & Orcs Cuz the Orcs are chopping forests down & Elves think Orcs are dorks. We are armed with glasses, spoons & plates & napkins, knives & forks, Cuz we know Orcs love to eat. Refrain: Glory, glory, chomp ‘n’ chew ya, Glory glory, gonna stew ya, […]
semicolon with capital ‘P’ probably last seen in Eden.
Movement inherits Earth.There & back – here & goneanywhere, everywhere, goingnowhere..
Can we wonder that whenthe River calls out, some few who are able to hear itfollow?
I raised it up, but itwas ash. Wind blew it from my hands into air, out to sea –all gone.
Truth lives, wizened, weathered,her hair sheds, her teeth rot.She waits for those who will call her Beauty.