from Dark
Published in
Oct 26, 2021
I’ll start. It’s so dark you’ll know
.
.
.
I’ll start. It’s so dark you’ll know
Your thefts of thoughts
There left to grow
Then grabbed!
Black blossoms
Profuse
Still proceeding from its seeds plus
Silence, from its silence.
.
.
Upon a pond
Where big calm mists meet surfaces
Water bug clouds dance down aways
And I stand to see through tree trances
This moon is broken enough to lend to substance
For near and far bearings, distances,
And at first. existences.
.
I swear here’s where the strings swell in
