Enjoying a cup of iron silk puerh and studying for a Nordic mythology quiz. I love lazy, long, lasting mornings.
I really like the pace of the European lifestyle - it is slow enough that you actually feel like you are participating in daily life. Of course I have stumbled into routines, but the motions feel voluntary, not robotic.
And now, for a poem that evokes little more than an image - not much real sense to it.
"Radar"
For fear of gravity
In want of warmth
I create an arrowhead
Of instinct against
The unforgiving negative
Space of the "V"
Drawn in the sky.
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