They leave footprints and break a few branches, that’s all.they go home alone and practice the story of how important it all was.”
There are places inside other places. This one is the most beautiful. Its got all the right colors.
If we were smaller we could count the atoms in a walnut shell or take dirt from the mud. I bet that would be nice too.
It said there was some big prize comin’
Some gold slap or some silver smear.but there’s never no relief…never any rest. But it promised those beams from the forehead like halos imitating sunlight and some grand union with yellow beams on some mountain top.
Steven Cerio (2012)