Из альбома: II
My spirit rises,
off the plate,
in front of me.
And it drifts over,
to the space,
where she waits.
She speaks a language,
distilled by time,
to nothing more than.
Elbow and wink,
let in the light.
But obstruct my view.
Obstruct my view.
Let in the light.
But obstruct my view.