never lives far.
This film-like lot-like a soft red crystal
Floats in the head and tickles the nerve endings to skid and build more dramatic scenes;
As I reach to
that whistling push and pull of the wind… Suddenly
The adventurous has got a way to tell stories
Stories that can moist someone else’s thirst for freedom
But to that someone who skips turning his back, I’ll only have–
Have that view of his back.