I am the footprint in the sand. I am the wind that sweeps the land. I am the eyeglass of a blinded man. In the heat of desire, I'm a starfire falling down from the sky.
“All the fools think they're wise and the angels they cry and the people, they all gather 'round. It was nine-twentyfive when her body arrived and by noon she was down in the ground -- and we all fall down.”
