Goodnight, Void.
May This Winter Rain –
Bring Soon Hopeful Blankets Of White.
Proof We Can Hope,
That It Isn’t Too Late.
City Shuts Down.
Fine By Me.
Poems Simply Flow In Endless Soliloquy.
You motherfuckers hardly even see –
Some fraction of it!
Lost Lines.
Lost Hearts.
Lost Selves.
Lost Words.
Goodnight, Void #2009
