Jan 2011
Knuckles in eye sockets
Feel like the blindness of a saint.
Flesh on flesh,
Bone on bone.
I cannot explain
Such an incarnation:
The source, the well-spring and the fall.
Feel like the blindness of a saint.
Flesh on flesh,
Bone on bone.
I cannot explain
Such an incarnation:
The source, the well-spring and the fall.
