Gord

2016-02-19 12:00 am

Today is but a fragile future,
Flying high above our own wisdom,
Too humble to nurture our own lambs,
Ouroborous of the past come from within.
We would smile upon our cattle truth,
Passing as the horses coming through.
Alexander of the trade has gone forever,
Accordingly should we also become nothing?
It seems apt for our most static people.
Hopefully to procure funds for a sequel.