The skien of your teeth

You can brush your teethIn the showerFor a good whileIt may take an hour Maybe longerBut by that timeIt may not be your teethIt may be your feet are too big The shattered ghost-riderShadows the clandestine peloton ©1902, ThaumatropeMind. All rights reserved.

Nature wins

As everThe things we doThe things we makeThe things we sayWill in time be rustedWorn and washed away Our dreams and cares will passOur arms and handsAnd legs and feetOur brains and heartsNo more or less than trees and leaves and grassWill die and fade The sun will set at last © 1902, ThaumatropeMind. All [...]