Simple Theories

  town presents a dilemma that we need as we people the town  apple can be red or green in fortunate times  an ocean settles in time for ever so much the children see  godlike in simplicity is all that remains

  flakes of words condole the little lake the presence and smash of at the moment of lake when words still as water lightly or not remain potent or peered upon like any child in the expanse of islands formed then washed away dark place as simple as letters on a scroll