The world blinks.
The world blinks
and it is awake,
awake in the dark
beneath History’s load,
Clawing pine to splinters
as the air runs out.
The world blinks.
The world blinks
and it is awake,
awake in the dark
beneath History’s load,
Clawing pine to splinters
as the air runs out.
i love the last two lines.