Diary of Radiation
The color of water, I race slowly and win.
See how I die without fanfare,
taking millions with me?
I adore the breeze.
I covet the air but do not need it.
At the crest of unbelief my candle bobs along
on an inflatable saucer.
Diary of Radiation
The color of water, I race slowly and win.
See how I die without fanfare,
taking millions with me?
I adore the breeze.
I covet the air but do not need it.
At the crest of unbelief my candle bobs along
on an inflatable saucer.
Miniature Moon 