Poem: 11.24-11.26.2020

I’ve risen To the playful echos of sunrise I Count notes of night, flattened To make Room for my perfect Memory of the sun Rise I glow golden Crisp leather, cracking-jagged, Cold I shine in All directions Simply an alter and An artifact Still I am In my solitude Under a veil Of silence andContinue reading “Poem: 11.24-11.26.2020”