The concourse lays out between you and I,
allow this reprimand,
accept this brokerage
in escrow.
Weep the clouds
out of those spinning absences you left,
broken, open, empty,
and full of terror.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
The concourse lays out between you and I,
allow this reprimand,
accept this brokerage
in escrow.
Weep the clouds
out of those spinning absences you left,
broken, open, empty,
and full of terror.
Request permission to use this poem