Lines in the Sand
A Haiku
what bargains we have made
we have
kept
and as the dogs of the hours
close in
nothing
can be taken
from us
but
our lives.
—Charles Bukowski
Above: Each a silent promise to self.
Draw lines in the sand.
They may fade, but you will know
what they once held in.
Per my about page, White Noise is a work of experimentation. I view it as a sort of thinking aloud, a stress testing of my nascent ideas. Through it, I hope to sharpen my opinions against the whetstone of other people’s feedback, commentary, and input.
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With sincere gratitude,
Tom