Alan Watts
fingernail poem
Move!
Vastly as Alex spreds,
the narrow wings and the nightime air,
ingulps with vulgar light,
the shifting, simmering sigh of\
not finished, be back soon
Move!
Vastly as Alex spreds,
the narrow wings and the nightime air,
ingulps with vulgar light,
the shifting, simmering sigh of\
not finished, be back soon