I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
I bring down a bit of its light
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Onto my frozen fingers.
Against this sky no longer of our world.
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Glimmering of light:
Dim, and die tonight?
He is harsh, dismal, iceĀthat is, exiled;
At the white place of the road's vanishing
To reach out into its own vanishing
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
The bees are buzzing,
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
I bring down a bit of its light
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Onto my frozen fingers.
Against this sky no longer of our world.
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Glimmering of light:
Dim, and die tonight?
He is harsh, dismal, iceĀthat is, exiled;
At the white place of the road's vanishing
To reach out into its own vanishing
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
The bees are buzzing,