893.

If but only the
effort expended in turns
would merit difference.

892.

Pressed deep into the
haze of this entrenched disease...
and on the spokes turn.

891.

Then somehow wonder
why we're all so locked into
denial's fever.

890.

It's enough to make
one believe humans reversed
their evolution.

889.

A horrifying
thought. Modern teenagers and
me all inverted.

888.

Talk about an end
of year's sad little wrapup.
Adult me, rewound.

887.

Now I sound like I'm
threatening vampires in
haiku - and badly.