Her thoughts come in from another place.
Life whispers her name
from the vastness of space;
she feels I control her thoughts
where everything is connected,
and maybe it is.
Art has rhythms and echoes,
like themselves but not themselves.
Her thoughts come in from another place.
Life whispers her name
from the vastness of space;
she feels I control her thoughts
where everything is connected,
and maybe it is.
Art has rhythms and echoes,
like themselves but not themselves.