Done well, so suited
for times spell
cast upon every living thing
a sudden chance becomes
stiffed wind, and the breeze
that empties me
foraged thought remains
but memories
have all but blown away
leaving me lost
confused and starving
for yesterdays tick, tock
of that broken
clock still going
without hands, without
care...
for times spell
cast upon every living thing
a sudden chance becomes
stiffed wind, and the breeze
that empties me
foraged thought remains
but memories
have all but blown away
leaving me lost
confused and starving
for yesterdays tick, tock
of that broken
clock still going
without hands, without
care...
