When shook the chilly dawn dew downI sprang a step upon the earthas ears of corn, as…
I dreamed in the land of ImaginationUntil Science burned it downThen Politics burned down…
Paired with ire of black,My hands wander the world within,A gray plane of my holed-through soul — Breathing…
I’m mostly mesmerized by the whole city when I see her entirety. Little details like how curly the bus conductor’s hair is yet…
to those who make me smile
I have become many kinds of meIn both my life and journey