Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

why do we come here?
to communicate something?
air our laundry
in the communal vacuum?
to write when writing doesn't matter?
onslaught of chatter
white light noise
a bunch of novas
nowhere to go
burst forth
fizzle
poet unknown
no star to guide her

enjoyed!

A pat on the back from a super nova is quite a star burst indeed.

In other words...

hey you, you're nice

here's a flower...