the roof over my head...

remodeling project completed and the new biosphere within the domicile is superb. I am pleased and can rest now

another bug on the windshield bites the wind

the mill stone grinds slow but sure
and Time remains enslaved by Spheres
I sit in awe of the vast hum of it all
for these are Forces vast and make me small
but yet somehow they quell my fears
lift me up when I fall
and gently brush away my tears