barren of water
no dark
only degrees of radiance
the air itself whispers
no dark
only degrees of radiance
the air itself whispers
begins to enshroud
like a chrysalis
hours pass
full of vision
Erasure poem "brightness in the desert" and photo of Asilomar by Mary Bast, Source of poem: page 71 of The Hours by Michael Cunningham |
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