Long naked division
by Steve Tanham
Stark, naked, the long cold night of winter Draws my will to live in shapes Whose beauty lies in number, Unseen to hands that touch My rough and dusty bark… ———- The limit of life is my companion As pale sun begins to feed Across the stellar miles And seeks – within the rough And blackened frame – The tiny hiss of sap. ———- … Read More Long naked division
Sun in Gemini 
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