Halls, dripping, and seeing out of the drops the jesters; their teeth shatter when their jaws strike the floor.

Halls, long walls, and from between the stones of the walls the fine threads stretched out, crisscrossing, shattered as the ankles wade ripping through them.

Bound, high, scored stones bound in iron ribbands, scored with writings readable to the learned after thousands of times.

Your foot there, then there: if your fingers are tired, rock them in place. The crevice of our natural frame will take us in; the fullness of halls wrapped and bound together for the dramatic critic.

Put your foot…

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/05/30