(Poem #265 on new numbering scheme)
I start by looking for some words in space's vast darkness but finding none, I turn instead to my own brain's grim mess.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #265 on new numbering scheme)
I start by looking for some words in space's vast darkness but finding none, I turn instead to my own brain's grim mess.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.