You, boy of dust & moths,
Listen closely.
I would know you,
oh how dearly I would wish to know you.
I am made of ink,
I am made of nepenthe.
I am an absinthe of sorrow,
& there are none
to drink me dry,
to fill that glassy chasm
with words.
"hello."
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC
You, boy of dust & moths,
Listen closely.
I would know you,
oh how dearly I would wish to know you.
I am made of ink,
I am made of nepenthe.
I am an absinthe of sorrow,
& there are none
to drink me dry,
to fill that glassy chasm
with words.
"hello."
