Benjamin Posted July 4, 2014 Share Posted July 4, 2014 Twisted and old: the gurning faces of lichen-green and knotted brown; peer out from dark and hidden places with comic pose or angry frown. They creak and wheeze, portend-- and threaten to follow without being beckoned. An albatross of bough and root magnified by the long pursuit. But what you're predisposed to nurture: exactitude or imprecise, benevolent or otherwise, is nothing but a joke of nature; that filters through the inner eye in vague or random stimuli. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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