Oct 271 min read
Tohu Wa-Bohu and htuklam
Small feet mine, uncalloused and unlassoed Plod scuffled and pawed the halls a'night Adorned in silence The filigree of dreams Nameless and holy so In shoes I moved about the sidewalks and Sideways talk of Budding barbarians and clumsy youthful hearts Always slipping out before the end I knew better place not to be Formlessheavy Now a tourist striding somber situating What parts of mine were forged A gallery of portraits from Strange angles and stranger hands



