a valley, a valley
for my sleep, inward embracing
a holy moment of silence before
ascents, questions, anxious wing
of a moth, an animal in famine,
the goat that travels the brink
Fall. Rise. Whatever comes first
his brother follows, the sister frowns
behind the veil, aslee,
Asleep.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
a valley, a valley
for my sleep, inward embracing
a holy moment of silence before
ascents, questions, anxious wing
of a moth, an animal in famine,
the goat that travels the brink
Fall. Rise. Whatever comes first
his brother follows, the sister frowns
behind the veil, aslee,
Asleep.
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