(Poem #234 on new numbering scheme)
The ocean's arms can grasp the mind; recursively ingrain small chunks of memory and dreams into the seething brain.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #234 on new numbering scheme)
The ocean's arms can grasp the mind; recursively ingrain small chunks of memory and dreams into the seething brain.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.