Filling time and filling space and filling up.

Fill you inside and fill up the gasoline.

Fill up your mind and pack up the hide.

Pitch the tent and find the nest.

Hunt around back and turn up front.

Periods on ends and period pieces and periods between.

Giving and gave.

Forgotten glory.

Grievances and graves.

Satellites and clusters of lights.

Back seat lovers and motion in the ocean.

No errors and no exclamations.

No more fears and no more revolutions.

Piece by piece.

Cut the cloth.

Spread is spread.

Welcome to my night bed.

© 2024 David Greg Harth

2024.11.09.22.00.00@130BklynNYC