poem #79
"Back now, with the sun the other side
of the foaming crest of Heaven, I see the same
shadow in the afternoon as haunted morning.
Ten thousand orders carried into nothing behind."
There are a few places like that in my area. It feels as if some places only properly exist during specific times of day.
Wonderful writing, Sam.
"Back now, with the sun the other side
of the foaming crest of Heaven, I see the same
shadow in the afternoon as haunted morning.
Ten thousand orders carried into nothing behind."
There are a few places like that in my area. It feels as if some places only properly exist during specific times of day.
Wonderful writing, Sam.