by Jikan Myshkin » Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:43 pm
RIP one of the greatest writers ever, who mapped out the mind and the soul (and elizabth taylor's body)
A kite is a contract of glory
that must be made with the sun,
so you make friends with the field
the river and the wind,
then you pray the whole cold night before,
under the travelling cordless moon,
to make you worthy and lyric and pure.