En cours de chargement...
Just north of Khartoum adrift, for nowone song follows anotherone moment indistinguishablefrom the nextbeyond the movementsthe pausesof my fingers on the keyboardit is a blissnot knowing what comes nextthere are so many wordsand songs to occupy meif my words run outin my old ageI driftand rememberwhen I ranwhere I walkedthe trees I climbedthe people I lovedand it's all one lifea huge picturenot just a memorybut a riverthat keeps movingand I haven't found the endnot yetmaybe it's circling aroundto a placewhere I'll begin again(completed on a Sunday, the fifth day of May, 2024)