Water, heating, is a different beast, a roar unlike woodland streams–unmusical, a galaxy of molecules brought to boil, screaming tiny lobsters (I imagine). We’ve
Water, heating, is a different beast, a roar unlike woodland streams–unmusical, a galaxy of molecules brought to boil, screaming tiny lobsters (I imagine). We’ve
The jar still stands, now by an anthill where tri-part bodies labor, the way busy people pass the faces of skyscrapers, so it towers,
