Indigo ink, plumfountain pen, cream hand-pressed sheets — new-found flow — this bliss!
There’s so much to do
Flip page after page
Drink and breathe in the stories
Let it capture you
We burn the planetbeneath our feet and wonderat the rising heat
What is there in life
That is not also in death?
It was in a dream
In rusted records
Air rings form in chestBliss, a sonorous droplet falls in my welkinMy…