My first notion as I opened the gate was that a fire had broken out, for the room was so filled with smoke. Fume of words..! Through the haze I had a vague vision of life coiled up in an armchair with a black clay pipe between his lips.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Too hard, Too cold!
Too hard, too cold! It was raining, The roots in me, a defeated beast! Saw a maze on the grass. My heart!
It rained, I was tamed. But still my heart. Lost! Too hard, too cold!