Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


Summoned from the deep

I’m on the inside of the circle, looking out.

Who called?

The starlight is cracked and smeared outside the perimeter,

Beings are present, but blurred.

Why am I trapped?

Why am I hungry?