and how shall I fare thee well, pale love
bare foot
pearling under stars a skin of shape
dropping here and there
a world made of rib bone white and yearning
in nets
weaving mulch and roan and made
pale as questions
crying in stone
how shall I close now
that which has been opened
and misarranged
pour of stars in a dusty solar system
in a not a world of
have and you
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
and how shall I fare thee well, pale love
bare foot
pearling under stars a skin of shape
dropping here and there
a world made of rib bone white and yearning
in nets
weaving mulch and roan and made
pale as questions
crying in stone
how shall I close now
that which has been opened
and misarranged
pour of stars in a dusty solar system
in a not a world of
have and you
