24 september

whenever the weather turns the wonder burns off and the sky breaks apart the heart -- the lonely hunters off their paces gathering races for the weary and weaving their way homeward like angels in the outfield outstretched like over-ambitious alarm clocks wanting to give more -- wanting to live more than we can -- we are the dreamers and also the cake -- the mistake is not the listening but the silence that is not sharing -- where in the constitution are you made up and what is the entry fee to believe?