The townhall was up in arms as recent reports began flooding in regarding the recent revelations that the women of Wofolk County were, in fact, using dyes and fragrances to lure men into their homes. The men argued their case but a silence overcame the room as the first woman washed away her painted face to reveal that she was not, in fact, born with it. It's unknown how the people will react but the morning yawns on along the strong song of dawn. A twinkling catalogue of woebegone wanderers. Pondside ponderers. Grasfed ganderers. Swahili Salamanders. Alien Antlers. A farn on a hill. Enough dough to roll out to keep the cemetery fed. Munch bone into stone to turn gold out of lead. Breathing the last breath of the last bet he placed. Swallowed cerulean shadowing face. Mirror the majesty made of His grace. Pedaling petal perplexed at the pace. Caught up in the quickening swell of the chase. Silence spilled backwards to sound out the space. Greet the granite lain green green day. Stacking a zigzag in place of my spine. Spilling and spinning and spiraling on. A repeat of the days that no longer feel long. Precious. Perfected. The passing of time. Lusting to lay languid with old father time.
