I remember your face
appear and vanish in a kind of
stop motion pantomime, each
expression separated by dark
then golden flickers.
Category: words
mortar
there isnothing standingbetween you and mebesides usandthe soonerwe seeyou as you, me as me-us notwithstandingis there.
epic
the diffused truth
stilled tongues
stalled spaces
sat asses on stools
