Awareness
of my body as a flower
decaying after blooming
or a bell slowly ringing
or a tomb
Dreaming
through every mortal day
holding goodly tones
but there exists a stone
with my name on it
Awareness
of my body as a flower
decaying after blooming
or a bell slowly ringing
or a tomb
Dreaming
through every mortal day
holding goodly tones
but there exists a stone
with my name on it
- John Steinbeck