Fin-Domme Diary - A Poem
If some clean-room elevator connected floors are
Getting treated like a meat market anyhow,
Then why shouldn’t this old steam engine bellwether
Deserve to be on retainer and on premises?
If some clean-room elevator connected floors are
Getting treated like a meat market anyhow,
Then why shouldn’t this old steam engine bellwether
Deserve to be on retainer and on premises?
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.