my Nazca Lines, odd geometries to suggest my daily trials and tasks, the house build, the unwritten books, the cobble-worn claims of memory. I tramp my map, conscious of my dot of light on some Milky Way microfiche.
my Nazca Lines, odd geometries to suggest my daily trials and tasks, the house build, the unwritten books, the cobble-worn claims of memory. I tramp my map, conscious of my dot of light on some Milky Way microfiche.