Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses
pry open the red world.
A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.
Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses
pry open the red world.
A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.
“Those of us who reject divinity, who understand that there is no order, there is no arc, that we are night travelers on a great tundra, that stars can’t guide us, will understand that the only work that will matter, will be the work done by us.”
Te-Nehisi Coates