waves to my mind, the curl in time.
i feel hopeless gil.
the haze of wine is cool some
i should bolt as a rope.
i seen a ghost, gil. te oaks surround us. I in thicket and thrust.
of my heart in a place.
like sink time, like the now of any place. where we meet and know all about stuff. I just want to see my friend. My very best friend.
the know a seen,
where i have scene the
fragility of a
moment, the
response of a freedom
in a square.
my thoughts. my place, my dear pal
gil. i guess i miss you, like a form, a
flower, a rope
-t o m
