Apr 2020
averting words
in an untime of
foisted
meditation.
saints perhaps.
to clear resolve.
while denying.
cabins are surrounded
by wilderness made
of dead sap.
that whirled smoke
in the absentia of fire.
in an untime of
foisted
meditation.
saints perhaps.
to clear resolve.
while denying.
cabins are surrounded
by wilderness made
of dead sap.
that whirled smoke
in the absentia of fire.
