Jul 11, 2016
An old, old ting I’d written that does not displease me.
Fires in the Sky
Across go the streamers and ribbons of light and fire; they are the song of energy and chemistry and feelings and plans. Â It is the wind that sweeps across this land, extending and connecting, associating, forgetting remembering and predicting while directing the things I call hands. Â Is there anything more precious than the function of our lives? You're body makes you and within it is the imprint of life and each cell's cooperation to propel the brains which keep them live.Â
~SS
