A small poem I scratched out the other night. Personal, but I hope others appreciate. |
| small things wood chips leftovers poseurs seeing and almost certain you understand inability to create or recreate hollow shell of intention even the shell is all wrong my things are small things small measurements things that follow directions step-by-step to falter and stumble to measure and follow and fail admiration of spontaneity of lacking doubt that a thing is worthy instead scared to move |