Bonfire
The chapter on burning and touching
The chapter on burning and touching
We pepper our words for the common feast
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
Lines are comprised of the silences in letters And say more (It seems) Than the screams of obsolete profanity I steal them And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation’s lullaby If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words I would wait for rain each day And soak in the reality of translucence […]
Nothing captures everything, forevermore