when clouds part and skies become soft with glowing light my soul will fly into the eaves of my first home where my mind will become stone aching back and crooked speech no more suffering it’s not the best of all possible things just what the worst can’t be no matter what you can seeContinue reading “ii. soul”
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What Seemed Corporal
Wherefore does the wind blow? Whence did the season change? One more damned miss And I’ll be cast out this frame What light will lend to such myths of folklore when a candle is snuffed out? What god-fearing people once whispered around the golden flames of an open fire, instilling fear in younger generations toContinue reading “What Seemed Corporal”
Parisian Poetry 