Monday, 22 July 2019

Dear Kate, lovely crazy woman,

Thank you.

R

Il giorno 31/mar/2014, alle ore 13:05, Kate ha scritto:
It was being dragged through flowers
The gold of fields forever

Your animal glance as I, glass, drift
In water

The machinal burst
Exit silk wings

At the end of a metal corridor
Is a vase of pretty things

I, tiled with words,
Cannot write another