all my ever worries, only parliament. all the falling bricks, another test of his. all the clouded sense, a gift, surprise of silence. all the broken arrows never flew with such direction as her. Orionna, her persistence approaches more than i can bare. Keeping such a focus i entail to be a myth.
returning to the moon, returning to the moon. drift apart, drift ashore, drift about the morning hours. drift through space and drift some more.
dust, in time, becomes a sun. sun, in time, pulls me to one. one, in time, becomes another. another time, another lover.
among the twisted seas, a single drop, lost as i?
Not unlike anything else, unaware of natural dialysis.
upon the well trained city, the monotoned brick, an implement for environmental secrecy?
Without the taste of concrete, autumn will smile as the sun waves farewell.
