old historical views
it seems that usually they or we might build a sand moat slick with silent feet around whatever world you put an ocean inside, where you can't or won't get to it.
having to sweep twice a day pays the piper.
i'm full of new stories and songs but they fill their cells and don't break their faces on the wall like before.
they are grown-up sort of stories, tired magical planetoid songs.
but i have trouble talking to these, your human faces, however remote.
ghosts, though, i lose the shoulders-raised/twitch-and-shush and we can talk all night and we do.
they bring out night stories. this is the only sort of yarn which is worth spinning or sewing with.
having to sweep twice a day pays the piper.
i'm full of new stories and songs but they fill their cells and don't break their faces on the wall like before.
they are grown-up sort of stories, tired magical planetoid songs.
but i have trouble talking to these, your human faces, however remote.
ghosts, though, i lose the shoulders-raised/twitch-and-shush and we can talk all night and we do.
they bring out night stories. this is the only sort of yarn which is worth spinning or sewing with.