Sore Fate

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by 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.