Famine

Having taken stock ofHeaven’s words of silenceIt becomes as clear asThe blue sky at dusk. Taking to my haven nowTime off from my pursuitBut no clarity to be foundNot least where the dust is. That my skin dries greyIs not of my interest hereUnderneath walnut burl liesAnd a prism plays its tricks. Sands have drifted … Continue reading Famine →