Somewhere Time

Early or late, you could find this great

And grateful man at play.

He would play along all day.

You would never hear him say

That’s it, I’m done.

No longer fun.

No, I’m undone.

No, on the run.

Just nodding, plodding

Knowing this and that.

Knowing nothing’s right

Til beheld by the beholder.

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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