In market's bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don't need.
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Bubbles are venous in the red river's valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]
It's a strange thing- I know Phobos and Deimos, those named moons of Mars.
You put on those airs Tripping the light fantastic Falling down the stairs