s.o.m.e.t.h.i.n.g e.l.s.eby Ancestors through Usiku
there’s enough time left this millennium,
so i want . . .
to do, to learn,
to desire. i waver in an open doorway,
between what i think and what i feel,
until . . . comes along,
knowingly takes my place. in that sweet moment, life becomes . . .
and after this warm glow, will there be, time left?
and since we don’t know
there is . . . i need to tell you,
From Eloquence: Rhythm & Renaissance