You came to this mountain bearing gifts, thinking a prophet lived on the summit, thinking he would see eternity in your eyes and invite you to his retinue. Cupbearer, harp player, royal food taster—anything to escape the lower life you … Read More
Someone beckons in the quiet blue, a corridor no one walks. I go through lattice and melt (my lamp, my heart, my hand on the lock). Like watercolour, like rain, you stain my cloak and skin (are tattoo).
Out of this depth, I rise, kicking to the light. Heaviness, you will not hold me underwater again. Wise to the pull, I know that struggle can also be fight, can trim the excess in me and turn my sinews … Read More