I’m on my own line there’s no sideways just the only road I know a nameless opening to slip through the green grass on the other side is well past and without flavor to remember and faces forgotten night rest now comes easy
We are students on the edge where unedited souls are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center … More COMMON GROUND
The vanity of the ground was altered by a morning rain. the meadow trembled under the wetness pulled from the sky a linen gray horizon without sound slept overhead.
Roger Singer 