An eclipse in my image
At the center
of myself
A union
of the other
I can feel it
In the folds
of my brain
It is peopled by my teeth
and by my fingernails
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
An eclipse in my image
At the center
of myself
A union
of the other
I can feel it
In the folds
of my brain
It is peopled by my teeth
and by my fingernails