Far across the way.
My old machine.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of the past. I can’t be sure it was actually there at all.
Tap, tap, tap.
She gives life and takes it away.
Keep pushing, Sisyphus.
Ol’ Bill’s advice was superb… “Screw your courage to the sticking place.”
You raised your arms to the sky and blocked out all of your light.
Never stop hoping for the spring thaw.
An old, familiar friend.
I am here, here I am.
Haunted between waking and sleep.