( to which temple shall our in-betweenness kneel before
reft in ****** dark?
housed in parenthetical arms,
graver than a tomb's rhetoric—
washed in red of flowers, a swarm
of light arrives, waking the undeath
of stone.
from glib strife to downpour of
leaves — a morning unbound, unclose
the sojourn lay by the side of the
river, the single-minded cruise
to appassionata,
love.)
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
( to which temple shall our in-betweenness kneel before
reft in ****** dark?
housed in parenthetical arms,
graver than a tomb's rhetoric—
washed in red of flowers, a swarm
of light arrives, waking the undeath
of stone.
from glib strife to downpour of
leaves — a morning unbound, unclose
the sojourn lay by the side of the
river, the single-minded cruise
to appassionata,
love.)
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