Find an awl for the darkish wood mind,
pull a vanishing act for
the sake of the soul,
begin ambling along the shore
not anything to lose except for
the piercing darkness within the center.
You are the hatchet
for my glacial poem.
Find an awl for the darkish wood mind,
pull a vanishing act for
the sake of the soul,
begin ambling along the shore
not anything to lose except for
the piercing darkness within the center.
You are the hatchet
for my glacial poem.
