886.

The gamble always
begs for change. So skeletons
rousted, dawn comes new.

885.

Choice left in its grasp.
To stay rooted in the past
or free toward more.

884.

An extension of
hope wrapped up in a pretty
little illusion.

883.

Slates everywhere
wiped clean. A world's too ready
used snow globe affect.

882.

Here a difference
is needed. Some change surfeit
to cross this divide.

881.

The abyss of the
perennial little, sad
girl left without play.

880.

A presumption, first,
that some care could be founded
in absence's gulf.