Vaudevillian. I’ve flown so far off course That my radar doesn’t even beep; It’s silent, instead it weeps For some recognizable aura of man to detect. Signature heat, thermal readings, nothing. I’ve become so abrupt in my comings that most of my time Is spent twiddling my thumbs. I’ve flown so far off course, likeContinue reading “Flown Off Course: Navigating the Uncharted”