The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought,
being in and out, he was sleepwalking in
dream. I am the absolute, he said. Skeletons
...
Read full text
Penury in purgatory. As far as the eye can see. Further. All the way to the humble maiden knitting symphonies of tears in the air like halos that aren't there.
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Penury in purgatory. As far as the eye can see. Further. All the way to the humble maiden knitting symphonies of tears in the air like halos that aren't there.