Utterance
October 19, 1995
The blinking, yawning houses
Echo the speckled firmament. Above
My hatted head, lonely satellites
Attempt to map a piece of
Eternity.
My mismatched words tumble
Into the cold, like motley beggars.
The blinking, yawning houses
Echo the speckled firmament. Above
My hatted head, lonely satellites
Attempt to map a piece of
Eternity.
My mismatched words tumble
Into the cold, like motley beggars.