Then we find the shreds of paper turns of thought upon the days that lay behind us heavy curtains opened up like morning rays and cut the dust off threaded dreams and shake the earth with dew again ...
The night begs attention silent, bold unafraid of stillness unafraid to hold the fierceness, fragility of breath the finity of death & behold her blackness, the darkness, and in the void to rest to wait for what is left and for the sun.