Keeping Still I dreamed we were helping each other up a long mountain. The mountain was made of words and the moon had a green shadow. How would it feel to hold you all night? There's an earthquake in my spine. — Diane Frank
I dreamed we were helping each other up a long mountain. The mountain was made of words and the moon had a green shadow.
How would it feel to hold you all night? There's an earthquake in my spine.
— Diane Frank
