The vagueness of life is crafty,

it has so many tools to whittle Vermont maples into thin frail brooms of compost

which scrub away our chalky fields of fears; burdens harvested over 14,235 days

you don’t always listen to me because I’m a rambling old jointless 2+2=4 logician

a pragmatic alarm clock with a broken square snooze button which stirs every morning at

• 6:30 am
  • 6:45 am
    • and
      • 7:00 am

By Amaury Genao