What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.


Poems, Lullaby: Smile in Sleep


What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.

What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.

What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.

What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.