and to think
that all my life
you were my world -
the cosmos
teeming
in a speck of dust,
now packed
into a bag,
a blog,
a book,
a poem;
perhaps 'everything'
is just another name
for 'nothing'
gone wild.
that all my life
you were my world -
the cosmos
teeming
in a speck of dust,
now packed
into a bag,
a blog,
a book,
a poem;
perhaps 'everything'
is just another name
for 'nothing'
gone wild.