St. Peter’s Cemetery
Ringed all around is stony silence.
The pallid flowers of death shiver
On the graves, which grieve in the dark—
Although their grief contains no grief.
Ringed all around is stony silence.
The pallid flowers of death shiver
On the graves, which grieve in the dark—
Although their grief contains no grief.
Most inventions are inspired by things in nature. Think of the wheel. Or the computer. The computer is not unlike the human brain, complex and frail, a bearer of bad tidings
Everything comes back to haunt us
one day the boy you beat
up a long time ago
stands before you in the street car
In that dark, the light
strike startled my mirror.
I saw nudity—by accident—
& did not understand myself
without fabric.
After a veil of rain,
butterflies rise from
the ground. She runs with my
blow n kiss, but its
moi sture in the
air drifts a
part.
More of us than ever before walk
the Earth at once. All over the globe more
men and women fall in and out of love,
and open windows frame more rain-facing
faces than ever before in the history of
storms.