Landscape June 19, 2014 7:36:37 PM – 7:38:41 PM

The books sketched their own direction.

Like reading forgotten newspapers.

When I see you, see you, not. Up on the hill. Of other cities, other worlds. It’s just that… Grey. The pain sailing on streams of gold in dawn’s canopy of light. What do you count? The loneliness in the fall of the lines. The lights lighted.