We sleepwalk to the font of the star, faithful to the domestic reflection of an I seeking other I's and not speaking, shouting, a response, hushing, speaking again. I don't know what is said. What is spoken. ...
We sleepwalk to the font of the star, faithful to the domestic reflection of an I seeking other I's and not speaking, shouting, a response, hushing, speaking again. I don't know what is said. What is spoken. ...
One became a star or a citizen, just something other than being the thing you initially set to do. I suppose it was on the cusp of realizing that there could be a corporate self. A self that was more of a franchise than a person. ...
