Twinkle twinkle little star,
I don’t wonder what you are.
For by spectographic ken,
I know you are hydrogen.
A good listener is usually thinking about something else.
I wonder whether, in the history of all the civilisations that have ever been, a more insanely optimistic notion has…
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.