Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning.


In the Winter of My Thirty-Eighth Year (1967)


Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning.