soundofmanywaters

Please start at the bottom... above your clouds, clear new perspectives... a taste for mountaineering and, ascending that they and you both live. Perhaps you'll get within the limits of your stilted semaphore to connect with distant others, let them see a hatch that opens out upon the rooftops and labour upwards. Who knows, you might find once in a while, the page's gravitation it cannot fly, at least let it resist only black ink is left. Even if a rumination upon ruin, until fourteen steps down into the cellar and work up. A sonnet need not always be Please start at the bottom of this page