Out there are places unimagined: uncharted wilderness offering untrodden paths, undisturbed routes beyond unenvisioned borders, untravelled miles to unbelievable vistas. But, within, there are those who dare to conceit, who will craft a craft to haul human knowing to extension with blind will, struck with perilous desire, To imagine, chart, tread, disturb, envision, travel and…
Day: September 3, 2020
Morning Haiku – 53
Autumn leaves me still, Fixed on the path to the end, Barely wanting new.