Imagine a world without a feather Without an angels wing in tether What would be the call of a thing? Like a turtledove, without a ring. Imagine this world without a marriage
Divination… It’s hard even in hindsight. It’s hard to see a connecting light…? When it’s apparent all around is night. So who can foretell a hidden knowledge?
“At night there are moonlit slugs… Whose ivory body’s comet’ “Out of the laurels” like Greek gods… “Alone” these horned demons’ Taste the linden air for life.
Hope gardens every whisper Ever thought flowers A brocade of desire Like dew-fall they are there to wander The landscape of your dreams To filter down and replenish
