David P Taberna

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