A Mantra, Just Another Page in Your Book

This is not a night for sleep, This is a night for rebellion, no toxic city grace halls shall light on the dollar shall wring our treat true. Another page,  turned and torn. A fragment of it’s former thought and in complete rhyme. Destined be the word, The sentence and line, sweet language. Ah, language,Continue reading “A Mantra, Just Another Page in Your Book”