proudly you lift
my briefest of gladness
more than all words
a lovestar beneath this earth
in a blue pasture you mistake for sky
proudly you lift
my briefest of gladness
more than all words
a lovestar beneath this earth
in a blue pasture you mistake for sky
standing between sands, between skies
salt starving pebbles, abandoned by hard light
suggesting a figure too forbidden to pronounce
entirely placing a heart alongside the singing bunch
while picket fences decorate the hot spot sun
from narrowness to narrowness
diminishing as waters does
to where a stone’s course disrupts
marvelously entered , an antidote
falling into earth, with all we are
with worms, and soil, such dirtiness
and yet i grow immune
intact again