Shoe-Lace visions.
I tripped on Shoe-Lace, Gravity lusted for Face – I cracked down to the Waiting ground; Screamed so loud / Heard no sound. Vibrations and dictations, Grumble up the fumbled nations, And take good brains off on Precarious flight; Who says what is right When it’s too-night? Monsters mechanized, Though... Sign in to see full entry.