s p i r a l i n g all the way down tight threads unraveling all the way around unweaving woven secrets untold not even words can spell...

Fan blades mimic the sound of a single engine piston in the far distance— being a nuisance as the night slowly crawls through the hours...

Have you heard the tale Of the old man who lives in The neck of the woods All alone Just across the murky brook Where the dead tree...