Eyes closed at night runs:
earth is space, breaths a thread
repeatedly laid
under one’s feet, wound
around the head: a blindfold
with no end in sight.
a website by Kevin Bautista on heaps of rice and everything nice.
Eyes closed at night runs:
earth is space, breaths a thread
repeatedly laid
under one’s feet, wound
around the head: a blindfold
with no end in sight.