Friday, August 29, 2008


Everyday new patterns are perceived within the grain
as I ponder my obsession with pursuits uniquely plain,
perhaps someday the questioning will quietly abstain
so I can just accept the surface sheen that says I’m sane.


ozymandiaz said...

Hell, I can't even see the veneer on my desk to ponder the patterns

rch said...

you have a desk? Cool! It was paneling actually.