Wayman P. Jones:
Community
Wayman P. Jones:
Far Afield
Wayman P. Jones:
On Parade
Wayman P. Jones:
So I began my struggle, a nothingness strained Out a flash made of time, my new form blasted out And it startled me so and I burst out a shout At which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest And I ran until drained, leaving no choice but rest