today I'd like to be a poet - nothing more.
slow, silent, wistful - pure
organic membrane wrapped around
this cosmos built from rock and cold.
lonely pulsating membrane
through which the unseen
ripples.
Soulful writing about humans and places
today I'd like to be a poet - nothing more.
slow, silent, wistful - pure
organic membrane wrapped around
this cosmos built from rock and cold.
lonely pulsating membrane
through which the unseen
ripples.
My inner mystic is plagued by insomnia and runs entirely on divine grace. The outer shell, however, does occasionally need: jasmine tea, ice cream (preferably salted caramel), good books, music, and new horizons. If you’d like to help keep this blog alive, please choose an amount:
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