Where do I begin
Silver thoughts forming
Yet the net isn't catching
The urge starts the engine
The comfort too great
The distance too vast
Marbles clinging onto yesterday
The shaft turns
Liquid chilling the soul
Running down the canyon
I sense the glare
What is it today
Voices fogging the perception
Packing for the long walk
The clock shivers
Out the square
Into the box
The long sit