I counted thirty four white windows
I counted twenty four moon sticks
Twelve on either side of the planet
That is inside both you and I
The heart is a planet
The blood is a galaxy
And I suppose
The stars
Could either be blood cells
Or your freckles
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.
