by Stefon Napier09 Jul 2013
Imagine if fate was imaginable.
After a sore run you sleep and remain human.
Being knowledgeable you exist and are to parley to blame.
Of the same nature are the fire bitten flowers in the garden
Nudged gently by lilac wind
There's no need for it.
You know everybody by scent and the hiss of their hearts
You walk all day long and and avoided the heat because you knew when the sun would die.