distracted distance. feathers ripped
from our first truthful soil.
in our human sun, we deny the
omniscience of unbalanced eye
glares. feminine power was killed
and the violence
suites me.
because i am the poet
you
tried
to
hush.
granted avalanche
when we arrived the amulet was damaged and broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...
