The twenty years

The precious gift of knowing it.

Here I am

They held hands as the planet spun slowly around the sun.

I thought I was alone.

My day began when your sun fell.

My wandering heart
would hold all the world
in me.

Music destined to lift me up, bodily, and carry me south of the equator, to land in a lush, humid, warmly jostling life.

Desire: the fuel of In Between.

How much two brothers can do with what they inherently possess.

The broad sheet billows and embraces wind.

How will you spend what remains?

I’ll care for you: let me plant
my flower in your earth.

… nothin’ but smoke in my hands…