by Mark Mavrinac 

There is a door, at least one, at every house

open the door, and behold, a receptacle shall be revealed

a vessel wherein I have sometimes found books
(but other times just busted stuff)

and book the biggest said I must spread the word

Gonna' be a big mudslide. Mudslide's comin'.
Encre pour stylo, my mud be.

     [Distillate © HA&L + Mark Mavrinac  |  {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]