and realizing it is nothing more than a basket of atoms whirling with galaxies between. Well, perhaps that's speculation. But the veins are lovely. Guess I'll contemplate my left hand.
so many runnings and runnings little scarves flying the wild lines are blazing pine needles on fire the old loves are dying the love of them dying the fuel of them returning the air of them burning so many runnings and runnings little scarves flying
so many runnings and runnings
ReplyDeletelittle scarves flying
the wild lines are blazing
pine needles on fire
the old loves are dying
the love of them dying
the fuel of them returning
the air of them burning
so many runnings and runnings
little scarves flying