In the vapor
Pre death soup
1948
Unborn
Soul afloat
Mist gathering
Non being
No memory
Nothingness
Transcendence
Un waiting
Birth
March
25
1949
Alive
Consciousness
Pain
Suffering
Growth
Poet
Waiting for the vapor.
I feel a kinship of a thousands years with you. Next year when I travel with two dogs and a song I'll stop by your humble environment purely to shake your hand.