I stumbled upon the stage of trepidation-
falling-tripping; fumbling my...

Humpty Dumpty...
in fact was an old drunken grumpy...

A spot of fun, anyone.. silly alternative Nursery...
They sat on the water...

when I last slipped up-
It was like black-ice...

Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...

Mouths hush to a silent lull-
i sighed in awe as my...

I
caught...

I walk along a path; alone
with only my shadow...

They were all there;
so many faces and...

I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...

Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...

Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...