wystswolf

For dust we are, and to dust we return.

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“A morning in your absence is a dwindled dawn. WAKE and watch the earth drop love letters to itself in each leaf that falls.”
— WLFW

—for You, who understands the language of love

Upon which I spin out emotionally and try to claw my way back.

Genesis (1980)

The first real poem I ever write, will be in skin.

where rubber meets the liminal road

All that is gold does not glitter; all that wanders is not lost.

No cartoon is as golden in it's drawing as it is in the eye of a fan.

In dream, a cuckoo keeps time; the sea is an audience; music makes a maelstrom.