red fawn
Posted: March 13th, 2010, 11:39 am
we lost something when we walked away
an innocence
a certain animal grace
and for all our approximations
our promethean powers
the gamut that runs from page to canvas
we are outdone
by the rooster's hallelujah
and the wolves baying at the moon
an innocence
a certain animal grace
and for all our approximations
our promethean powers
the gamut that runs from page to canvas
we are outdone
by the rooster's hallelujah
and the wolves baying at the moon