Love Perpetuating Clichés / Gordian Knot is an Apt Metaphor For My Life
Early, AM, the consciousness
hides in the white between stations.
Beyond these points
of departure and discontinuity
lies nothing.
I can’t sleep.
Early, AM, the consciousness
hides in the white between stations.
Beyond these points
of departure and discontinuity
lies nothing.
I can’t sleep.
