Thanks to a wonderful email in my inbox, my ( now very soured, dried out) creative juices trickled into this.
Of things unbroken.
Of broker of dreams of things undone.
Of endless endings and countless beginnings.
Of a presence… in a past tense.
Of unsent tokens of songs unsung
Of wandering senses and unswerving pretenses
Of a world in a moment and world weary moment.
Of words, starved, carved into a sentence.
An eulogy of persistence