I heard the laughter of a moth
as he alighted on my wrist
(he was as unafraid of death
as any blonde evangelist):
What is the benefit of age?
There is an end to every road.
I terminate my pilgrimage
kissing the warm blue face of God.
as he alighted on my wrist
(he was as unafraid of death
as any blonde evangelist):
What is the benefit of age?
There is an end to every road.
I terminate my pilgrimage
kissing the warm blue face of God.
