A Mid-February Sky Dance
Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,
and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.
źródło: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace" (The Communication Company, 1967)
11.06.2026