Eventually the bridge will collapse and the car will break down. The child will grow and live and then die. The seas will wash away the land and the fish will bloat and float to the surface and the sun will burn their scales. Their bones will sink to the sand below and some day the water will brea
Tag: peace
Dust the Fog
Dust the fog from window sill,
stare out at grey and meet the still
and quiet morning, no sun can offer
light and waking need no stopper,