Comments about jeremy moore
Deep underground, I kept digging a hole
Without knowing where it would lead.
With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand,
I search for your arm.
Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it
I was crushed by your strength.
Burned on, Burned on,
The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands.
Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn hands,
See, I can flutter better than you thought.
The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon
Where will it take seed and blossom?
The morning will eventually come and bring ...