Autumn now.
Day remains broad, but
under threat of darkness (everything is illuminated by the hang of it)
there is constantly
no way out: The universe is everywhere
at this very sliver
of a moment.
Autumn now.
Day remains broad, but
under threat of darkness (everything is illuminated by the hang of it)
there is constantly
no way out: The universe is everywhere
at this very sliver
of a moment.
Am I the universe? Are you the universe? Is he or she the universe?