Aug 12, 2015 17:33
A spiritual epoch may be upon me.
graceless, strained and stretched striated limbs
from rooftop to vanishing points, endless.
isolation is seeking communion and never finding it. isolation is
a
search
a prayerful, tearful employment of pleases and courtesies to some
ritual beyond the inscribed wisdoms
something untouchable.
it is upon me, hovering like choice.