What if life isn’t a linear pathway to death? Most of us non god fearing folk imagine ourselves on a line, from A – B, birth to death. In the depths of the night, sleepless notions draw in and out like the tide, frothing up all the man made crap people throw away. I thinkContinue reading “Drawing Circles”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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