Moon drops
At this moment as
these words appear on the screen before my eyes, I lay in a bed that I made but
is not mine. I realize immediately that I
have bewitched myself. Instead of furled eyebrow and steel eyes
I sit still and contemplate. How is it so? And why is it so too or as well I
should say. Perhaps a tale which bear no end in sight can reveal such paradox
so proper. A tone meant for timbre; intended context. Seldom do
models O.d
