We name the days
as if that grants them order.
We chart the stars,
but forget
that the sky is not obliged to speak.
The future does not unfold
like a map.
It resists lines,
laughs at the compass,
......
We name the days
as if that grants them order.
We chart the stars,
but forget
that the sky is not obliged to speak.
The future does not unfold
like a map.
It resists lines,
laughs at the compass,
......