rise from damp tiles in sighing mists.
Ground baptised
by mysterious torrents...
Mother's labor
breaks alterity.
by mysterious torrents...
Mother's labor
breaks alterity.
Here every act
recreates order:
Labor's eschatophilia.
Everything anew
Labor's eschatophilia.
Everything anew
as the miraculous
moves to renew.
moves to renew.
1 comment:
I wish you'd make your poetry mentally accessible for idjits like me, bonbon. I mean, at least nota bene` the title.
Uhm you're starting to invert words like me. lol "A water pump ..." - yes?
Favorite line: "Every mother's toil".
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