ESCAPE

tried them all

those promising roads

out of darkened places

found no solution

at any age

carefully won is the race

of those who kiss

the hem of revolution

infinite regress

and I will bribe them

all those gate keepers

with real tenderness

clatter upwards

observe from the sky

the way to an age

is to never walk by

9.12.12

nyc

Photo: 8.21.24

nyc Rez