The oppressive heat of late afternoon, and brightness: too much, too soon; the mind in a cotton-wool maze . . . The world is sharp, but I walk in haze: wishes of, and other days . . .
The oppressive heat of late afternoon,
and brightness: too much, too soon;
the mind in a cotton-wool maze . . .
The world is sharp, but
I walk in haze:
wishes of, and other days . . .