ribbons of our respective worlds dance together in the same cattail grass how often will we glimpse it?
to exist in a moonbeam above the crater, to be alone, to have the distance, to survey the overall shape of the impact, to tell the difference between form carved out by ordinance and simple landscape, it would be hard to express, in fact i am having difficulty right now expressing. but still the height of time and weight of dust expands and pangs keep finding us, i have a feeling it's a lifetime's curse. their jovial apathy then, i mean you know too. it is too much to bear