Hang w/

Dec 27, 2016

Seasons change and oceans churn
A poor accounting of the past
bubbles up from the depths
built from ego, circumstance
tempered cool all in a dream
now we see through a glass, darkly
Our face turns leeward
roiled by giants
Polaris is right there.
Maybe we can follow it.
Minor bug fixes. Kitkat don't crash.