Beings who know themselves.
Here – once ‘n ever on a time – amongst the wanderings of wolves…
The crow in the cage cawcackles.
The time hits twelve; the time turns past.
From entropying tea, I gather sleep.
That’s now (then) & here (there), though.
At least, it didn’t cover any words!
Rings, tears, ‘n speeches…
Urban doves, flocking.
Here I sit.
Those in queue talk movies.
A moment clear.