Oct 2016
The hour is early,
on the hour...
the hour is late.
The hour whispers
among itself.
Its silence overspreads
all its whispers...
hushed tones as
porous white of
broken bread.
on the hour...
the hour is late.
The hour whispers
among itself.
Its silence overspreads
all its whispers...
hushed tones as
porous white of
broken bread.
