The familiarity of familyLike fishes in the seaThe smell of a new morningA sense of…
Our eyes, my eyes, everyone’s eyesThe pupil, the cornea, the lashesas I see an object, there is a reflection in my eye’s natural lens
childlike wondermentabandoned me long agoa spark of it now
secular sacrilege to slow or pauseirreverent is the soul who daresa blasphemer of society’s lawswicked to…