The Well

From The Properties of Dust


In a way,

The twilight sky

Reminds.


Cold, clear water

That feeds jungles of

Unseen mosses

And tiny spiders

Lurking in the depths.


Waiting.


Dust blows from the

Broken landscape,

Attacking the

Grey wood, the

Round river stones, the

Blurry figure of myself.


Waiting.


My hands feel life,

Potential in the fibers of

Old rope, as I pull...

pull...


Cracked lips sip from

The bucket...


A memory.


The twilight summer

Sky.

The Properties of Dust

1.

The Well

Moreh

Orienteering

Tides

The Properties of Dust

2.

Storm

Oncology

Upon the Ruin

Golgotha

Demolition

3.

Watching a Woman From Across the Room

Moonrise

First Snow

Antarctic Whispers

Lines

Bedtime Prayer

4.

The Red Car

Something Lost

Slough

Home

After the War

5.

Lair

Love Poems

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