Stay sane, my friends,
and do not let your wisdom go
in bucket lines advancing before
a storm that never comes, or a snow
across your window screen,
accumulating nothing
but its shadow self,
a dust of clouds
that whispers
its melting.
Stay sane, my friends,
and do not let your wisdom go
in bucket lines advancing before
a storm that never comes, or a snow
across your window screen,
accumulating nothing
but its shadow self,
a dust of clouds
that whispers
its melting.