Hanging Hieroglyphs
the myth of ages
passed on by writers' nib
wrinkled hands and quills
resurface a willing globe
awakened near the ash-pit
of lush recollection and
cupped by hunky boilers
forklifts clunk and roil
arousing age-old myths
that never were
the myth of ages
passed on by writers' nib
wrinkled hands and quills
resurface a willing globe
awakened near the ash-pit
of lush recollection and
cupped by hunky boilers
forklifts clunk and roil
arousing age-old myths
that never were
This Blog Post is #1000.
A fractal.
A fractal.
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