Lamvánontas cháos: A meditation

A sword stabs the flower, The petals begin to fall. You always know the full moon will rise and set on time; It’s those half moons. You know what I mean. Always setting too early or too late, And it’s unsettling, if you notice. It’s never enough merely to be creative; One must actually beContinue reading “Lamvánontas cháos: A meditation”