a pause, rested against the mill hopper
behind the glass of an eye
these empty mornings
climb through a mindful shell- as passes a gust by bare branch
distant looming giants wade freely tantamount to possibilities
in the house of both existence and not
they flow before us like gods
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
a pause, rested against the mill hopper
behind the glass of an eye
these empty mornings
climb through a mindful shell- as passes a gust by bare branch
distant looming giants wade freely tantamount to possibilities
in the house of both existence and not
they flow before us like gods
