TRAJECTORY THROUGH A SKY OF CLIFFORD STIJL:
I decide to imagine she’s happy,
The alternatives are too terrifying,
As she squeezes tiny words out of her tiny mouth,
A blind man runs down the street of Zebras towards her
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TRAJECTORY THROUGH A SKY OF CLIFFORD STIJL:
I decide to imagine she’s happy,
The alternatives are too terrifying,
As she squeezes tiny words out of her tiny mouth,
A blind man runs down the street of Zebras towards her
(K)