Mom Died Again

You’re in that club

That never closes.

There is no time and clocks?

What are those and

The breeze is soft and

The light is dim and

When I see you once again,

Neither you nor time has passed.

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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