Extinction
Apr 7, 2024
To the last star in the sky I try to explain
how sitting in gathered silence
is different from sitting alone
Presence is as palpable
as a buried child
What shall I grieve?
my seeds, the last
where no fertile ground lies
To the last star in the sky I try to explain
how sitting in gathered silence
is different from sitting alone
Presence is as palpable
as a buried child
What shall I grieve?
my seeds, the last
where no fertile ground lies