Tonight I throw away what's left forgotten for too long. Possessions I only pretended to hold onto when only events, rather than time, existed and I had my eyes closed until they were open and I did not even know it.
Now I am still oblivious to the world turning. Maybe it will stay still because all surprises are short-lived and hope should not be hope.
I shall wait in freedom.
Now I am still oblivious to the world turning. Maybe it will stay still because all surprises are short-lived and hope should not be hope.
I shall wait in freedom.
Throwing away stuff is good. Sometimes. Can be good. Donigan wants to know if you'll fly to Boulder.
ReplyDeleteHere's a better idea. Let's have the first annual Donko's Damned Fine Little Literary Gathering in Buenos Aires ...
ReplyDeleteI second that emotion.
ReplyDeleteTime for slave labor.