night sail

    With K. Finneran

    A knife with no point, you didn't throw stars at me tonight. Twinkling less, twinkling dimly, I can tell you haven't nurtured needs needed. Haven't really taken the lead, through this covered constellation. No need for navigation, little galileo Gravity dutifully does its job I wish I had done mine. Rivers cross at the oddest times.

    November 2013