The Edges of Steel
If you race with the hurricane out past its mark, beyond where the pillars form their handshake
If you play light in the spots where a whale could crack the…
The Edges of Steel
If you race with the hurricane out past its mark, beyond where the pillars form their handshake
If you play light in the spots where a whale could crack the…
If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.