On the edge, a line drawn in doom. Death of the
heart. Holding onto the mind, lies
circle, spinning, and revolve in a dream gyre.
Waking, lies become reality.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- SF
In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs