Out for the words we hail to love and say to the answered eclipse of the vision, and to wrestle happily with the images they make.
A moment in and beyond, after the other.
It is a stony way for the heart.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Out for the words we hail to love and say to the answered eclipse of the vision, and to wrestle happily with the images they make.
A moment in and beyond, after the other.
It is a stony way for the heart.