First Former

Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.


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Long poems are easy to write, hard to read.
Short poems are easy to read, hard to write.
Which is better Depends on which you are.
Writer, or Reader.
Lover, or Loved.

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

The memory of the righteous one is due for a blessing,

Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance.

sunshine and rainbows ya’ll

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

“We didn’t know we were changing the world. We just dug.” — The Gophers

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

Some things fly better in memory than they ever did in air.