I quietly stood as the wind rattled inAnd I turned very littleFor what was a breeze When the sky hasn't fallen or yet to beginA decent knowing it'll Just shift in degreesAnd when standing the way I've been standing I can't say the wind has affected the path With every new whispering, trivial soundWhether given … Continue reading Math
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I find a fitting melody to rob me of the quietIn the shallowest peripheral of allegories slipping Where the stone is smooth as silk and all the instruments are chipping In the slow pursuit of something half as meaningful as what it cost to buy it But long ago I found, if only doing so … Continue reading Continue
A. P. Christopher 