Willful Village


This trail I have forged…rummaged for marrow and pain.

This trail I have chosen…peculiar and fresh and chastened.

I am offered no tokens.

To myself…I speak a chant of serenity.

x old house tilton

There is a village known to have similar plights.

Their shutters soon will fall.

All is condensed.

We are only a willful village…

too volatile now.

 

 

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