unwilling
to structure the day
till a word appears -
lighthouse
when all I want is
to crash
on the rocks
till a word appears -
lighthouse
when all I want is
to crash
on the rocks
Skimming the perfect surface of the inner lake, I turn from observer to inscriber, to the ripples. It’s all in there, all of it. The waiting, the latent heat of recognition and the inevitable cooling in understanding. Everything in between, rising up, settling, dissolving
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