Mar 5, 2019
This prayer returns to me like a dream. I am engulfed in need. My throat feels heavy with the yoke of memory. Both arms raised in an excruciating reach - I am empty again.
prayers of spring, no. 5
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This prayer returns to me like a dream. I am engulfed in need. My throat feels heavy with the yoke of memory. Both arms raised in an excruciating reach - I am empty again.
prayers of spring, no. 5
The dark holiness of words. The black blood of mystery. The eternal haunts every line of every page. meaning. meaning. meaning. What is my place? My heart craves punctuation. Write me, O lord. In the unseen. Make each stroke count. Drain the ink of my heart. Only you have the words of eternal life.
Prayers of Spring, No. 4 - wjm