Gord

2026-10-27 07:24 pm

The world moves on,
It's my loss,
I request a pause,
Like ground, in fall.

Progress from nausea,
From inner thoughts,
From discourse, to talk,
Spring, then it's gone.

Gord

2026-10-19 04:30 am

Fall to arms, and linens.
Collect your thoughts,
Upon a sheet, then
What is this?

Father, to college,
Send my regards.

But, It's not that simple anymore,
Like where I belong.