Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.
There is no person without a world.
Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.