Dusty Words Tote Bag

I climb higher. Here everything is perfect and rhythmic. The silver scales they carry from the senses to silence. The silence It brings us back to our senses. Now are the words of purest diamond: Rock, eagle, beach, palm, apple, walker, summer, bonfire, song… …chant. I, lying in my bed. I, a man as there are many, defeated this afternoon (this afternoon only?), I have lived my dreams (this afternoon only), lying in my bed, awake, with sunken eyes even in the last embers, in the last foams of the dream concluded.