the life line, the line that rings in my lover, the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. //caption// Tribute to the Rivers that Died. A sun melts on my palm; it navigates through the lines on it - rivers in a gold rush - the life line, the line that rings in my lover, the line that holds a currency in silk threads, the line that narrates a wind gasp from the far west. Skin torches up in a sweet scorch,
