Mar 2016
A
perforated rhythm
the pith of you
that keeper of epochs
and secrets
placed at an end
on a table
through dark adroitness
I became
God and Death
on that
day
perforated rhythm
the pith of you
that keeper of epochs
and secrets
placed at an end
on a table
through dark adroitness
I became
God and Death
on that
day
