Tag: poem

winter moth vanishes and reappears in dream

waking in sweat the voice from another life

steeping tea the winter moth dances

dismantle beginnings: aum prime

observe how the rain thins into the evening

the mind erects a solid block: access denied

morning cold the moans from under the skin

there she is in the sky blinding my good eye

guided by the primal sound night winds

little one summons lightning from fingertips