You create yourself from nowhere. Your own Pygmalion, you draw the lines of your face, and slowly, artistically, imaginatively, the map becomes a territory.
Tag: murmur
embraced grave
Memorised the way the light shun on the holiest of graves Remembered how it felt when you were in me, my raves Are nothing but a mere murmur through the silenced crows Works of time and reddened skies, and so it shows