Am I more vegetating than old?
You must not believe
It is a heart in and of itself
It rains all over the living room
You must not believe
Like an undercurrent in the breath
It rains all over the living room
They appear as images
Like an undercurrent in the breath
A table reflects the night’s glow
They appear as images
Universality is a dream.
A table reflects the night’s glow
It is a heart in and of itself
Universality is a dream.
Am I more vegetating than old?