The FoolJun 14, 20201 min readRainingIt's raining on the grassing,The grassing is housing the bugging,The bugging is seeing the sunning,and avoiding the raining,Raining, bugging, sunning,Universing.
It's raining on the grassing,The grassing is housing the bugging,The bugging is seeing the sunning,and avoiding the raining,Raining, bugging, sunning,Universing.
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….