Keeping Things Whorled
He asked if I knew any enduring truths
and the only thing that came to mind
was that no truths were enduring.
It wasn’t meant to be flippant or holier-
than-thou, but how I moved through the world
or how the world moved through me….
You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey.
Stephen McClurg 