(Poem #377 on new numbering scheme)
The floor announced itself as if alive. I found some stray vocabulary there, it lay in scattered piles, collectively devoid of use or meaning. I just sighed.
(Poem #377 on new numbering scheme)
The floor announced itself as if alive. I found some stray vocabulary there, it lay in scattered piles, collectively devoid of use or meaning. I just sighed.