in a field i stand
idle and sweet.
the soil and i are an item.
but i tend to move
in times of anguish .
written down on sidewalks
are the numbers of better men.
idle i'll stand beneath the bridge.
sidewalks beneath the bridge and i.
the soil is jealous.
alone,
being poured on.
the better men will walk upon it.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
