What trace of the universe will remain
In that horizon chord--
Orpheus forgotten,
Our favorite bands forgetten,
Our jeans turned back into dust?
Who will rifle through the crates,
Find all that we left--
Or at least some?
Who will play the other side and notice in the straying black scratches that
We loved it nearly as much as
A.
The Monkey
-
There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
uncanny e...
1 month ago
No comments:
Post a Comment