new year
we beg your pardon,
but this new year's eve
we'll be gone in our cave
underneath the etherdown
as our bed rocks down time across
falls & eddies & tidepools & swifts
iridescence
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining guidance into the unknown on the day that I die
Comentários