Apr 12, 2019

'The horizon trips while running, and sprains its ankle.'

The horizon trips while running, and sprains its ankle.
The moon, at its most narrow, cries out,
That comes from loneliness.
A dark afternoon, and the ocean gives up
And slowly begins to return up the rivers.
There was a time when both good and evil could be fierce,
Now it seems as though good remains tame and quiet,
And we are left to deal with an evil that is fierce.
It seems like there should be more for me to say
About this, but, like mankind, I have nothing.

James
28 Nov 2018
12 Apr 2019
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