Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
Floating
Now past the jar of heel on tar I can float four hours through another full filling moon, an on through its waning too With its ginger-tingle of infinity still that sunlight refracts into ever deeper corners of this runlinging me.
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