3 décembre 2007
Streetwise
Invisible matter matters.
Lights at night : yellow, yelling silence from the streetwise.
Past that distant past, there is a misty list of things with wings :
night birds, a flight of light and flutter.
I and I mutter.
I wonder if the spirit of the night will take the bait : all i have to do...
Wait?
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