Sep 2018
An ocean rolls before me
Yet I wish not to swim.
A sky hangs above; infinity
I cannot raise a limb.
What have I then?
A sandy glen,
And the shadow of a whim.
Yet I wish not to swim.
A sky hangs above; infinity
I cannot raise a limb.
What have I then?
A sandy glen,
And the shadow of a whim.
