well shes walking through the clouds...
took me past the outskirts of infinity.
Friday, October 8, 2010
...Is it only in our dusts of death
that we fertelize her womb of soil?
For once unable to ask for a return
the ending part to a beautiful C. Kleefeld poem, and Alex Greys 'dying' 1998
I woke up this morning thinking of Death, I wonder what happened in my dreams?