Dance for me, go on. Oh, you were? I thought you were having a spaz attack.
Posted on Tuesday February 15th
About me
Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night, obscuring form and tracing faceless fears of a superhuman immensity in a patch of sand or a raptor's guileless shivering intensity, I'm only a visitor, an atom of atoms on a jutting red splattered synagogue of granite as it crouches literally into space . . . a frozen, amoral giant gazing heavenward forever . . .