A breaking axis of the world — by PILCROW

September 30, 2008

Someday, old and baggy-sad I’ll slip on air, land on earth, shatter shoulder, hip or pelvis, plant my bones and sprout a stone above the ground Or I will wear so thin and slight that light will fade me out completely I will then address all shades and spots as brothers, nieces, long-dead mothers All [...]

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