City Story
The moon rolls over clouds and tenement roofs. The sun sinks down an airshaft. We are at the bottom in dirt. Master brings us up thru radio singsong clothesline wash. We are stars clinging to the sky concentrating on Light.
W.T. Ranney
The moon rolls over clouds and tenement roofs. The sun sinks down an airshaft. We are at the bottom in dirt. Master brings us up thru radio singsong clothesline wash. We are stars clinging to the sky concentrating on Light.
W.T. Ranney