I have, over a long life, put together two or three moments of inspiration, into words. I like them. Shall they die with me, just that little bit of ash near where my left toe would have been? Or can I buy the spacebelow for eternal eternity? Perhaps one day trail? Trial? westwind.
Words, words, words, were it better I caught your tears, and washed my face in them, and felt their sting....