Sep 2019
The street seems calm enough to me,
With sentry lights and lunar memorials up high.
I weave with whatever air I find
My voice can shape
And my brain
Not quite empty
For I have a headache.
With sentry lights and lunar memorials up high.
I weave with whatever air I find
My voice can shape
And my brain
Not quite empty
For I have a headache.
"Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark."
-Rhapsody on a Windy Night, T.S. Eliot
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark."
-Rhapsody on a Windy Night, T.S. Eliot
