It's getting a bit more abstract each day and it's getting harder to write new things. That's not why this one is late and backdated (it would jar me otherwise).

I did write this yesterday when I was meant to, I was just too late uploading it so thought I may as well do it later. I've not got much else to say in this intro. Not everyday ramble.

I'm not sure what this one's about. It may be related to Day 2's poem. But it may not be - I haven't decided yet. Here it is.

Enjoy

I stumbled over myself like a newborn goat
then fell.
I’m still rolling down the mountain.
I hope the next time I’m flung
or tossed upright I can learn to stand
for myself and not be
a fumbling slave to gravity,
lest I reach maturity still tumbling
and die by my own two horns.