Writes psalms inside you.
Burns the candle
long after the wick is gone.
Draws itself toward the silver myth of a curving void,
vast with soil-bound success.
Love finally named itself:
Movement without plans
Joy without reason
A silent sounding.
Writes psalms inside you.
Burns the candle
long after the wick is gone.
Draws itself toward the silver myth of a curving void,
vast with soil-bound success.
Love finally named itself:
Movement without plans
Joy without reason
A silent sounding.