So much forgotten in the next moment's breath.
Hold on to scraps of phrases, mental photographs, moving pictures of the imagination. What do they say about you, about me?
Half-formed thoughts, held or let go in the passing of green fields, power lines, graveyards, accidents, laughter and radio talk.
What we have and know, and what we deny ourselves, rests with us alone.
Hold on to scraps of phrases, mental photographs, moving pictures of the imagination. What do they say about you, about me?
Half-formed thoughts, held or let go in the passing of green fields, power lines, graveyards, accidents, laughter and radio talk.
What we have and know, and what we deny ourselves, rests with us alone.
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