the sleep
we arranged
was impromptu
but it turned out
fine
you brought along
your old dreams
i brought along mine
we exchanged them
like gifts
and it was
for the best
i taught yours
how they could
come true
and you
taught mine
how to rest.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
Chasing Perfect Sound Forever 