But that's for the dog-
Like an egg yolk in the sky
The sun oozes its yellow heat
...
Cars queued up like undisciplined children
they would cut into the shorter lines
and make it twice as long;
slowing to a stop in front of the toll gates,
...
From the description of the witnesses:
An intensity to his eyes
brown and blurry
...
I am an amalgamation of the time encompassing my past to my present, until the inevitability of death. I am a being inseparable from language. I am consciousness thrown pell-mell into the world striving for authenticity. I am a tree rooted in the forgetfulness of Being and the fruits I bear shall one day shine in the darkness like the lonely but ebullient stars.)
Backyard Chickens
But that's for the dog-
Like an egg yolk in the sky
The sun oozes its yellow heat
A view from the inside
Trespassers seeking shade
Come to join the banquet
The hounds don't mind-
I do
Shoo! Shoo!
(But it can't hear me
From behind the glass)
I LOVE YOU ATE AIKO SO MUCH AND YOU HAVE SOME MANY BOOKS TO AND I REALY LOVE YOURE POEM AND VIDEO.