Through cradle and gravel,
A truth to tell;
Mortal is lost,
Till last bell.
You didn’t answer my question though For my sins I live in Melbourne Where love is For all but Only A suggestion. Will These Failures grow Meaning through repetition ? I keep seeing your face-painted concern, when I Spill my drink almost falling between your Mismatched chairs. […]
Each day I am the gentle road’s uninvited guest.
I give the dirt off the bottom of my shoes in thanks,
And my host lends me its spine to walk.
Thoroughly stir ingredients in a bowl of spare time at the station,
Saving the addition of reactive liquids until after departure.