Like one in danger
i am cautious
To what?
The wind does not
keep her place
We inhale a different dawn
An instant’s width
of skin
Where an hour enters
through the same mirror
of lightness
as any another day
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Like one in danger
i am cautious
To what?
The wind does not
keep her place
We inhale a different dawn
An instant’s width
of skin
Where an hour enters
through the same mirror
of lightness
as any another day