Pointing with blunted maybe arms forever at something — the man of stone we built in our backyard never moves — instant eternity in the flow of time.
He points with calm certainty beyond horizons men of flesh can never see.
Pointing with blunted maybe arms forever at something — the man of stone we built in our backyard never moves — instant eternity in the flow of time.
He points with calm certainty beyond horizons men of flesh can never see.