Dec 2019
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.
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.
