Not the salt.
The water hurts...
The King is dead long live the King.
Until the next thing proved by another man. Or...
My shadow starts a walk with me
with the help of moonlight...
A moment lost in the September chill,
Spirit memories in the wind...
The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind...
Discarding?
the past, systematically...
Time capsule in gangrene
foot. It was madness of the legs...
Dance, Dance
Into the night...
From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...
I'm a water droplet
And in a cloud I form...
I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...
Lily petals dance
pink lemonade, sweet sunshine...