Kalense Kid:
catatonic
Kalense Kid:
what was it like to see the face of your own stability
Kalense Kid:
waiting in the cold light
Kalense Kid:
under the shade of a kooliba tree
Kalense Kid:
passing by
Kalense Kid:
old groans and new songs
Kalense Kid:
la cuestión entonces era "¿quién apretó el gatillo?"
Kalense Kid:
guess you don't live here any more
Kalense Kid:
green eyed panic climb to the edge of nowhere
Kalense Kid:
fishing hole
Kalense Kid:
fire not a flood next time
Kalense Kid:
days getting longer
Kalense Kid:
after hours
Kalense Kid:
light pillar and sundog
Kalense Kid:
light pillar
Kalense Kid:
a dusting of snow
Kalense Kid:
New Year's dinner
Kalense Kid:
snowfall in the night
Kalense Kid:
but we have speech to chill the angry day
Kalense Kid:
les aubes sont navrantes
Kalense Kid:
but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree
Kalense Kid:
some possible dream
Kalense Kid:
just when we're safest
Kalense Kid:
disconsolate chimera
Kalense Kid:
uncurling, pepared to lay on our talk and kindness
Kalense Kid:
as old and new at once as nature's self
Kalense Kid:
untroubled where I lie
Kalense Kid:
asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell
Kalense Kid:
no old world tumbles
Kalense Kid:
how dreadful the black wastes of summer sky
