emptiness
alone
and where the day goes to be night
your closed eyes
with each momentful of hollowness
here outside waits, multiplies itself
its last second I carry
forward
breath-between-breath it is yours also
like a grown-over goodbye
re-buds
staying never
emptiness
alone
and where the day goes to be night
your closed eyes
with each momentful of hollowness
here outside waits, multiplies itself
its last second I carry
forward
breath-between-breath it is yours also
like a grown-over goodbye
re-buds
staying never