How would you describe
the stampede, when there was
no crowd sourcing?
You can draw a perfect
square. If I lose and you gain a miss.
You cannot win a war
without coitus.
The life and death
of a jinx was there to see.
The sun will have a moon―
moment in dark.
Who was building the pain
of emptiness, when
I am filled with grief?
Floating
between the spaces of the words, between each line drifting. - slc