endless caverns mired with / the bone piles of my yearnings.
or would I stumble, / made of broken glass and mud, / turning everyone's life / into sharp moments of misery?
Those are just a couple of the lines (i.e. all of them) that took my breath away in this one. May we all welcome each morning the same way. Thank you Tim.
endless caverns mired with / the bone piles of my yearnings.
or would I stumble, / made of broken glass and mud, / turning everyone's life / into sharp moments of misery?
Those are just a couple of the lines (i.e. all of them) that took my breath away in this one. May we all welcome each morning the same way. Thank you Tim.