Rhythm I trust the heart, little tinder box in my chest, the steady burn at neck and wrist, but what about breath, those feeble bellows I pump again,again? In sleep, what if I forget? ...
Rhythm I trust the heart, little tinder box in my chest, the steady burn at neck and wrist, but what about breath, those feeble bellows I pump again,again? In sleep, what if I forget? ...
2004