a boys' and girls' history of the future

Still Life On A Matchbox Lid

The heart is colder then the eye is.
The watchers, the holy ones,
know this, no shortcut to the sky,
A single dog hair can split the wind.

If you want great tranquility,
it’s hard work and a long walk.

Don’t brood on the past.
The world is without appendages,
no message, no name.

by Charles Wright