the first brick was a pixel,
bright,
a signal in the endless night.
not marble,
but a mental frame,
a thirst for a remembered name.
the edifice was built on air,
on a longing for a style of hair,
a posture,
from a history book,
......
the first brick was a pixel,
bright,
a signal in the endless night.
not marble,
but a mental frame,
a thirst for a remembered name.
the edifice was built on air,
on a longing for a style of hair,
a posture,
from a history book,
......