Sep 2015
Chained to the sky,
Bound to the air,
As a child I thought
the world upon his shoulders
represented what we are born to bear:
The burden of consciousness;
Is each of us
holding back
the heavens?
Bound to the air,
As a child I thought
the world upon his shoulders
represented what we are born to bear:
The burden of consciousness;
Is each of us
holding back
the heavens?
Art-Deco in NYC.
I was content as child . . .
I was content as child . . .
(29/Other/Empyrean)
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