Not a quarter more
to sleep until the end of light
approaches halfway through.
Thoughts that dangle in peril,
symbols of a commitment
to chaos.
What the wild sees,
the wild knows
what is laid bare
the dividing line
no more.
Not a quarter more
to sleep until the end of light
approaches halfway through.
Thoughts that dangle in peril,
symbols of a commitment
to chaos.
What the wild sees,
the wild knows
what is laid bare
the dividing line
no more.