I am in here.
i am so glad and very merely my fourth will cure the laziest self of weary the hugest sea of shore so far your nearness reaches a lucky fifth of you turns people into eachs and cowards into grow our can’ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more our twentieth will open … Continue reading i am so glad and very
The actual geese, from yesterday’s poem…
The shape of your void determines your form. I had heard the geese sing all morning — and my first choice was to be with them. Their door was shut but there was another door, and the warm wind. My void is shaped like goose song.
Crescat Sententia: February 27, 2006 Archives Octavia Butler, RIP.
