I won’t forget how the sky was set:
November 29, 2010 § Leave a comment
I certainly will not.
That will be you. A job for you. A task to do. Tick it off, the box beneath. Tick and read.
The lines hold out their arms and open up. Tick and read between them.
Again, an elevator.
I’m always the waiting star in white noon prayer.
Speed, pitch, focus.
It comes with hair.
It came in my hair, there.