Outside under this field of stars in a frost that slows the blood we are the dark. We hold in a creel of air what's human and stretch out our fingertips to the whorl of galaxies to feel for what's not there.
Outside under this field of stars in a frost that slows the blood we are the dark. We hold in a creel of air what's human and stretch out our fingertips to the whorl of galaxies to feel for what's not there.