“if a tree falls in the woods, and no one’s there to hear it…”
Is there time for this?she asks,hands pressed togetherlike the wing of a prayer,really, is there time — for this?
Do you singto hear the echo of your voiceon the chambers of your skull,so you don’t feel alone?
Omnipresent potentiality rise and restssuddenly exuding from unsuspecting crevices…
Hungry or notwe pass the old heretics lining uppreviously tossed-out argumentsin the sunshinerevealed as breakfast
Ali, open me!- Did you go out?- Yep. I thought I heard some noise.- It was rain, noise.- No.- No ?- No, it was not rain.…