Straight Lines And Wheels

Oh, God, make small

The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,

That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.

-T. E. Hulme

 of too much was our talk, of
too little. Of the You
and You-Again, of
how how clarity troubles...
-Julia Kristeva

 

its hopeless sometimes

and others its a ball

its a wheel and a line

and anything else

that can be seen 

as endless and steady