River of Bones
2 min readApr 2, 2021
Hello blank page.
I stain you with words,
or do they emerge
from your oblivion?
From nothing, something
From the void, an illusion of meaning
From flutter, to matter
The mother of invention necessity it ain’t
Hello blank page.
I stain you with words,
or do they emerge
from your oblivion?
From nothing, something
From the void, an illusion of meaning
From flutter, to matter
The mother of invention necessity it ain’t
Mantra: Shireness to the World. Author of Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth, & The End of Fear Itself. http://stevebivans.com