When All of life has paused Quietly waiting Like a heron facing sunset – Ready For Onward Rest. In the peace dawn – the unveiling
Threads are scattered across my lap. How long have I lain cross this table? Tic Tic the Clock in the back of my head –
Look at this recess all covered in theory! As if the world was paper thin and transparent, Mottled and crumpled, Taking shape Under a watchful
I have a song of sorrow in my heart. you only know. The first born light today shines on me. while I suffer notes of
Do I keep things out? Or in? I cannot tell. I would not say. Forged bars are where doors would compose an opening.