San Salvador
by R.N. Clarke
…mountains of clouds,
…skies of seas,
…isles of stars,
…rains of rocks
Roberto was falling.
When he started, he did not know.
Perhaps it was today, perhaps yesterday.
Where he was going did not matter.
Where he had come from mattered even less.
Roberto was falling.
When he started, he did not know.
Perhaps it was today, perhaps yesterday.
Where he was going did not matter.
Where he had come from mattered even less.