Cultivating hourglasses
in the orphaned papers
of the square,
opening myself to the wind
with the papyri on my face,
cultivating flowers,
kissing the book
even if I don't play
movies,
playing Never,
never.
That image of hourglasses sprouting from old pages feels wild, and the papyri brushing the face gives it a dusty tenderness :) As a numbers guy, I like how you make time wobble and then say NEver, like you broke its beatiful clock.
That image of hourglasses sprouting from old pages feels wild, and the papyri brushing the face gives it a dusty tenderness :) As a numbers guy, I like how you make time wobble and then say NEver, like you broke its beatiful clock.