My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its…
From afar, all I can see is the miracle I’ve clashed metal for,waving in the air, just right above the crest…
maybe I could just step out onto the sidewalk and the Hand of God would reach…
life is heavywhen it’s wet.The neighbor’s snowmana misshapen dwarf;Angels follow forgottenlonely…