http://slow.writerscafe.org/exoblivion The original writings of author exoblivion en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010879 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bones crooked; legs bowedIt slept well but can’t conjureWhat time we livedA perplexed frown discovered my solemn thoughtEscape was an idea worthy of the televisionBut I cannot read with such desolate accusationAutumn grips bondage of meaningless wholenessFullness that holy men swallow with raw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/exoblivion/1049908/ your disreputable agony is superfluousto all the wind chimes that curse your waytheir whispered cherished hymns that floatcuriously wandering in the black eveningevoking the pestering mosquitothat weakens this brash summer through the gates of days not passedbut into the safe-haven of self-pity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/exoblivion/1017696/