Dear Bali is calling from hither and yon and all that I want is to go there anon. With t-shirt and headline wherever I look even on the cover of a stranger’s book reminds the divine where my soul’s true home lies so fair to the senses the skin nose and eyes. I shall go back either to wrap up affairs to settle their and maybe peddle some wares with a tiny woman and children in tow who stumble and teeter when slowly they go. This now is the crux-point where whorphan must choose to buck and win for once rather than lose, for winning’s a matter of steel in the spine; and staying well silent; and clearing the mind.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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