Driving 220, beltless, with Elisabeth,
Half a foot beside me: Certain Death,
Nature: an incomprehensible blur,
-- Were we rushing to live, or to die? --
That's one thing you could not infer.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
Driving 220, beltless, with Elisabeth,
Half a foot beside me: Certain Death,
Nature: an incomprehensible blur,
-- Were we rushing to live, or to die? --
That's one thing you could not infer.
Every line has at least two meanings.