Animals leave tracks
and snow melts.
I would be frustrated about this
if I were snow.
Or if I were animals.
Always becoming
nothing.
Organic Sins: Clemens Meyer’s While We Were Dreaming
5 months ago
Chad Reynolds on Chad Reynolds: Mon semblable, mon frere!
3 comments:
Nothing nods from snow. To note the love animals aggregate in agreeing not to muddle the melt with meaning.
These are great, Chad. Love how they start homey and get cosmic at the end in a way that feels like a natural progression. My favorite is Cargo. Keep em comin. Mac
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