My sunshine, my starlight, gravity and the void –
The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.
“The River” – most every city holds this entity.
Lately, the apartment has reverberated to the sound of growling.
Steal the space that lets you live.
“Fact:” we’re exposed to the word early on, but most people’s usage is a little…non-factual.
A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.
Some days I want change. Today is such a day.
This fractal fate, this chance in time…
You haunt the edges…