The Tortise
Always to want to go back,
to correct an error,
ease a guilt,
see how a friend is doing.
And yet one doesnt,
except in memory,
in dreams.
The land remains desolate.
Always the feeling is of terrible slowness overtaking haste.
Cid Corman
I'll miss you mom.
Always to want to go back,
to correct an error,
ease a guilt,
see how a friend is doing.
And yet one doesnt,
except in memory,
in dreams.
The land remains desolate.
Always the feeling is of terrible slowness overtaking haste.
Cid Corman
I'll miss you mom.