how do we hold on when there
is no beginning and an end
how do I let go of
a hand I never had
but stories are ruthlessly binding
despite there was no now and then
how does one unfold the words
without the pages to bend
how do we hold on when there
is no beginning and an end
how do I let go of
a hand I never had
but stories are ruthlessly binding
despite there was no now and then
how does one unfold the words
without the pages to bend