I'm falling

onward

toward nothing

Where's nothing

Nowhere

leaves of brown and green

and I'm trying to write

But it's working

To some degree

Some would contest that

and it's within their rights

I guess

I don't know 

I don't make the fucking rules

The End

Of Crime

And Crimea his wife

Roman mythology I think

or perhaps Etruscan

Mycenaean 

Minoan

Maserati

A baby's arm holding an apple