Bronze leaves lying low,/ (5) Stormed up by today's harvest/ (7) is my stollen heart./ (5)
Me being me... I'm feeling rather energised after this (loooong) drive ... because driving always makes me feel fluid and relaxed. I’m melting into the black asphalt in the darkness of the night at 100 kms/hour with zero stars above, less distracting anyway and I’m haunted no more by thoughts, I’m a fugitive - running from civilisation.
“Every Microcosm, every inhabited region, has a Centre; that is to say, a place that is sacred above all.”