i - the most beauteous of rots clasps the yellow roots of sun ii - in the absence of song, should the syllables falter, there is dirge iii - in the absence of humor, fear follicles thread a dearness iv - not since morning sought knife did the word begin to cut water v - what the grasp of heaven misses earth catches as wish & loam -
Monthly Archives: June 2021
What remains
I could dust off the rain’s remains but there is just too much that resounds I could feel the knotted night and Seep it of its wounds but there is just too much that reminds I could trip the river’s run as it feels its way Over rock but there is just too much rock Somehow song goes away just when you want it to sing overwhelmed by All that remains -