Gyroscope Review 15-1 - Page 54

Ambassador Trudging by Rikki Santer You open the door of every morning to suffer the law of falling bodies a tiny index on each sleeve as you trudge through the husks of day into too many conferences of sorrow too many attempts to conjure breath from cypress knees. At night a lone firefly stutters its way across the belly of dark until a thread of phosphorous takes flight and your valley shimmers with sleepless chaos, rotating rotating towards morning. Gyroscope Review 53 !