365 Poetrics

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Days are slipping

Through the fingers

Of cracked time

Breaking away from gravity

Like a field of dreams

And a sea of fire.

Michael: As you know, I'm Michael Hand. I am filled with humerous refrences no one gets and my own brand of wisdom in the form of myths, aliens, pizza, politics, or a combination. I like Animals, Debating, Horses, Most Other People, Food, Conspiracy Theories and, of course, Writing My Own Special Brand Of Short Stories and Poems, so enjoy the blog.

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