these first-rate mornings.
pictures of what heaven must be.
but only a glimpse.
like looking back at our own image in windows
or in the body of a car
a distortion
a fantasy
our minds uncomprehending.
as usual.
these first-rate mornings.
pictures of what heaven must be.
but only a glimpse.
like looking back at our own image in windows
or in the body of a car
a distortion
a fantasy
our minds uncomprehending.
as usual.
The Silent Storyteller 