Day: February 21, 2017

Unremarked, now…

Unremarked, now, I was the way Beneath which water flowed Too deep for market’s harvest Too deep for children’s naked feet Too deep to be the path ❊ Unremarked, now, the truth That ancient numbers wrought In circle-cousins’ arc Would span the deep And bring the bridging way ❊ And did, reflecting here That only dense and sheer resistance Of those dark materials Harvests … Read More Unremarked, now…

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