Lilacs And Eucalyptus - A Poem
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
Climbing into the new
years on the far side of
The numbering millennia
now feels all
tears-verses-orgasms.
...that the cruel joke is that prisons and cliffs share the same architecture: an edge you’re afraid to cross. The only way to learn which one you’re standing on is to step forward and trust gravity to reveal the truth.