Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
The mind of summer is recursive:
looks back on itself and wonders,
‘why must I?’ Before dawn. The red
mouth of a billion-year old star.
After-images like on the backs of your
eyes.
The mind of summer is recursive:
looks back on itself and wonders,
‘why must I?’ Before dawn. The red
mouth of a billion-year old star.
After-images like on the backs of your
eyes.
