* . here I try to free the space between . a glimpse of sleep and the will to utter . the sun hiding silent is the wind . he works his mission out with diligence . got no surprises just time to linger . . Filed under: Poetry
Up in Smoke, 2013
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* to be with you it’s like jumping on a racing train feeling the air against my face stronger than . when I was running alone on my own legs me giving you my face with a smile fixed by the fast pace . we in time out of time running out of time . […]