2017-08-20 21:42:09 UTC
> Here, I'll post it again. And again and again, if necessary.
> You just can't read it enough times to really fully enjoy it.
> My wayward muse,
> I am still in the bewilderness.
> Leave it to me,
> A mute passing notes to a blind man.
> Time has a demand - she's yelling
> Through shutdown clocks frozen at noon.
> The memories here are snow dust
> Under the tiny glittering moon.
> Time for Winterworld descending -
> Ignite time with a Werewolf bullet so slow.
> Flaky leaves spin by me -
> Past the ceramic building down below.
> In front of a wet breeze,
> I think its time to leave your smile.
> Even if I am wrong,
> Please sit by me for a little while.
> Time to draw another picture,
> Manufacture memories forever gone.
> Somewhere on some red October morning,
> We'll meet on that field, alone.
> -Will Dockery
Thanks, Corey... it does fit in here rather well, doesn't it?