Living gave meaning and giving made meaning, as youth abandoned themselves lightly to the falls.
I felt blue and cried the color out of itself, unbearable facing the east at sunset.
Military drilling cost a heavy shilling, when shelling lobbed over the land. The purple hearts they would sink, into a deep pink, like olives in set vodka sun tonics.
You watch! you said, watching me, watching youth, themselves, abandoned lightly to the falls.
K IS SILENT 