imagine,
if you will,
that as the first four notes of
Hits From The ****
drift into consciousness,
you see ahead,
approaching fast,
a beautiful
upsweep of snow,
a delicate cyclone
that moves itself
quickly from
non-existence to
existence and back.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
imagine,
if you will,
that as the first four notes of
Hits From The ****
drift into consciousness,
you see ahead,
approaching fast,
a beautiful
upsweep of snow,
a delicate cyclone
that moves itself
quickly from
non-existence to
existence and back.
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