Friday, November 4, 2016

Jen Webb #4

Worlds shifting, while humans watch, confused. Dis-coloured trees against dis-coloured skies. I reach for you anyway: skin speaks to skin, breath to breath. We could be trees, or flies, or the people we believe ourselves to be. No one is outside the loop. No one is truly on their own.

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