This Bird’s Eye-View Upon Twilight
For concealing a non-organic grid below and its absence of water…ahh but those cacti of the Sonoran Desert and the light show just before the disappearing evening sun.
For concealing a non-organic grid below and its absence of water…ahh but those cacti of the Sonoran Desert and the light show just before the disappearing evening sun.
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III, L. 140-141). –Shakespeare
All the water below me came from above. All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers, who gave it to the sea, which was their dying. -David Whyte
On sunbaked pavement, bare feet.Reverberating from my presence, my last bit of oomph.Surrounding me, a fullness of everything but empty vacuum space.From beneath my feet, a tenderness born from molten milk of your magma.Reigning down upon me, a symphony of … Continue reading