Wedged in the core, a single work sparks.
The single life spark:
me, wedged like the leaves of pages; a wilderness of rustling paper.
Inside the book-walled limits of the self, surrounded
by a sea of thought.
Wedged in the core, a single work sparks.
The single life spark:
me, wedged like the leaves of pages; a wilderness of rustling paper.
Inside the book-walled limits of the self, surrounded
by a sea of thought.
