I’ve hidden long enough in the world of work.
Now my work is my world.
I’ve hidden long enough in the world of work.
Now my work is my world.
(it’s winter and the 2nd Deck dance floor is cold and empty)
on the nature of winter and of pain:
one must learn to let go of body
this blood and bone machine
or get dragged under
like all broken engines that are run,
regardless