Life unfolds in front of me,
untouchable and limpid.
A murder of crows melts
into dizzy ripples.
Cold, wet hands
smudge the hot trails
on my cheeks.
I cannot reach down
for the sky.
Life unfolds in front of me,
untouchable and limpid.
A murder of crows melts
into dizzy ripples.
Cold, wet hands
smudge the hot trails
on my cheeks.
I cannot reach down
for the sky.