One of them, caughtBetween my fingers, staredFor what it is. They’re all out at nightPassing through my inner skyAll different in speed, shape and brightnessBut
Étiquette : depths
the Heart-Ocean
Identity is frothThose bubbles hypnotizeThe eyes of our being. They sparkle, fizzle,Agglutinate and burst. Wide, tranquil, emergency-freeThe heart-ocean does not change a thingTo its peaceful
