Woe (reshoot)



This house was built by human hands,

broken wings that cannot fly.

Traded truth for what felt good,

where moth and dust doth lie.

Burn thy bridges,

Shaking fists!


“Woe” to them I cry! 


3 Responses to “Woe.”

  1. September 8, 2009 at 10:37 am

    Whoa! Woe! Woe? You’re singing from my hymnal now. How ya like me now? I love that you’re writing about Indonesion people.

    Seriously, though, it’s not a bad house, well-intended, with a great view. Access is a bit precarious and residence is risky.

    What is truth?

  2. 2 rerendered
    September 9, 2009 at 6:37 pm

    Truth is that this guy went with the wrong realtor.

  3. 3 seth
    October 9, 2009 at 8:25 pm

    i’d love to have a studio there! looking into the face of that storm and feeling the way it makes to studio move.

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