Runaway (on the path less travelled)

I. Many a mind’s I:Where do the clouds go,and why does the sun rise? Who has pricked their fingeron the spindle,spinning their yarnsabout the purpose of their days? All within the confines of mindpunishing prisoners,in dreams dreaming animalswho appear as infinity or lovecomically confined. What purpose is my life?Why did he die from me?Why didContinue reading “Runaway (on the path less travelled)”