One aqueous wake of absence. One admires the fathom of one’s worth. The oblivious peak at the sounding gaff. The wed shall find. Just becoming wakes in one’s stride. I have temporal exclusions. Some witch may be curiously abundant. I regret any expectations, for the work is unpolished. As for myself, I have relinquished nothing and reside. My permanence is established only by your compliment. As for my studies, I have found them resourceful. I hope you accompany the journey. Now I have to hit the pub. Truly,
David P. Taberna
The author, David P Taberna, brings his collection of work to the insatiable eye. The words may seem less than becoming but remain. His style at some points recollect kind relevance. His studies in philosophy have lead him to an understanding of nature according to virtual ends. One’s indulgence i...