Slow tortoise, or sliding mud–
Rolling hill masses, me this morning
What establishes the days theme–
all I want are pillows, those flapping encircling
Safety swarms. But it’s dreamt. Their clock calls.
Devils.
1/4/14
Slow tortoise, or sliding mud–
Rolling hill masses, me this morning
What establishes the days theme–
all I want are pillows, those flapping encircling
Safety swarms. But it’s dreamt. Their clock calls.
Devils.
1/4/14