The radical nature of empathy
I see out of the window
Loss has an inner surface
A collection of hair and bones
I see out of the window
You must walk around bright with stench
A collection of hair and bones
We dream for a thousand years more
You must walk around bright with stench
Before it snows stars
We dream for a thousand years more
Marble, granite, basalt.
Before it snows stars
Loss has an inner surface
Marble, granite, basalt.
The radical nature of empathy