p.o.a.m. 108 - the book of common care - linking rhyme
May 4th, 2009 by admin
A little wind urged me to surrender - resulting in broken me. A bigger air told me to revolt: to usurp smirking Deity.
Now my old and still brokenness insists on the elements’ diplomacy. The jet stream that I had become declared itself a country.
I can ignore neither ordinary weather nor the storms’ claims to sovereignty. I seek in these changes a bridge in the song, but also fresh Histories.