novalis
novalis
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.

“stars at sky” by Hamish Weir on Unsplash

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