YOU HAVE MOVED THE TIME
My bulwark is the random heart's bedroom -
sometimes I speak to the wind, sometimes I
pile stones to stop the wind. It always answers
something back. So many ancient places are
disappearing : Nineveh and Tyre, all those
ancient ruins. I am sorry for that. In some
ways, those are the very same stones
I deal with here.
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