Wandering among twisted streets on long dry afternoons,
in those shrieking bazaars that are a conspiracy whispered
through the broken teeth of pavements, I am made
homeless by distance. I would like the horizon to-travel
Wandering among twisted streets on long dry afternoons,
in those shrieking bazaars that are a conspiracy whispered
through the broken teeth of pavements, I am made
homeless by distance. I would like the horizon to-travel