WD 183 “Daydream”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Daydream There is a place behind the eyes Which fills all empty spaces With transgressions, animal input  Plagued social ills  A tablet of translation for things that might be and might be again  There’s a heart that seeks to believe that the tall grass is fullContinue reading “WD 183 “Daydream””