The nightwinds fly like unleashed dogs searching for meat.
Hungry and howling.
Catastrophe flows in and out of sequence.
Planets align. Mercury rises. Effigy hangs.
Scarecrows rouse in the rustling crops.
From January to September, the light lasts a little longer each day.
posted by Matt McKechnie @ 7:36 AM Comments: 3
I'm curious about this thing we call life and the inception of the whole ideology.