Complex Harmonic Motion
by Steve Tanham
Sphere or disc, it matters little What your complex words cry Into the wind – the only thing that separates us Not distance, not when: Your smallest sigh, Your first breathed sound, The movement, even, of your lips, Stirs my heart to action ⦿ And, pumping blood, In ancient ways you could not grasp I change before your eyes into arrowed fur and claw … Read More Complex Harmonic Motion
