No gesture can quite capture (nor should it) a center. Nor what flows from it. Mystery is just this
-- small as a sky, large as a pebble, and the source of each haiku. Think of this tonight, as you pour your best friend a glass of wine.
Then in the surface you see the surface nearly blown by wind and heat--you are in no mood to reconsider and you vow to rise above the argument-- tho something in you stirs to think it could be true-- the iron weapon you bought to shear the planks to make a boundary clear
Then in the surface you see the surface nearly blown by
ReplyDeletewind and heat--you are in no mood to reconsider
and you vow to rise above the argument-- tho
something in you stirs to think it could be true--
the iron weapon you bought to shear the planks
to make a boundary clear