Fall Lawn Chair Thoughts

The great sickle glides across the sky Its form a soft powdery white Reminds me that time is ever marching Toward its inevitable end As Kai’s fur caresses my hand And she looks at me with a small happy smile All the relentless repetitions in my head Seem far enough away for now.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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