$Fickle as Fiction$>
a fistful of mysteries --
you lie low
lie low
lie
low
for the time being.a slow sigh
tugs at my sleeve,"it's time to leave"
and leave we will,
believe you me.
this is not an end to its own means, this is only a stopover. text is not to be trusted, and there is so much more to words than the arrangment of letters.
feedback is welcome, and appreciated.
also, this is pretty out-of date, because i have pretty much stopped posting my writings on the internet, but feel free to peruse these electronic artifacts of my artistic progress?
content is © copyright (c) 2005 by Timothy Volpert. please don't steal from me; that hurts.