Author: bpotter

Dozens of legs Hundreds of eyes Thousands of conversations Millions of arguments Billions of salutations There is no escape cannot find the darkness No walls for comfort In search of freedom can’t see within Desire is languishing buoyant in despair Behold, the darkness the comfort of encapsulation For living on ones own there is but … continue reading

As I sit alone, on my throne
I think of Mrs Brown
secluded in the dark subterrane.

Cum is the essence of life Cum is the zenith of pleasure Cum is sordidness of darkness Cum is the clarity of brightness Cum is the expectancy of pain Cum is the apprehension of fear Cum is the anticipation of hope Cum is the beguilement of desire