stone shaving, molecule by molecule a river relentlessly, sweeps away the rocks of time   a gorge is a knife sawn deep into earth’s...

it grazes my cheek white goo that I finger wipe and flick, scowling at the little bugger who flies off   think of the massively poor odds...

as the orchestra for my sleepless      thoughts rehearsing at 3 am then to play a lullaby to      put me back to sleep and in the morning...