March 16, 2010

Bits n bits

Empty vessels fall from deadened fingers to shatter on the cobble. Unheard, uncared for and unwilling to look, the sounds quickly stifled to silence. Shrouded in mist and clouds, we seek the source of echos.


At 1:04 PM, Blogger Buffalo said...

Yeah. That works. Well.


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