We are everyday becoming who we will forever be: a villanelle on age and eternity - Moss Kingdom
He turns five today; all is future, nothing past. All his days are yet to flower, yet to come. Wherever he goes, he runs—those shoes will not last. He grows and his slumber is not, as yet, harassed by twilight’s pestering flies, those furies born from …something. So much is future, so little past. Then […]
M. Gus
