Meditation, Passage Climbing a Good Hour
On the night before, I slept very little to ensure I’d sleep the next night. That next night held a flight–an entire night mixed up with invisible hands batting our poor vessel about the sky.
Piano sound carries itself
winking uponaround three flights of interwoven logs:
Trees petrified in
preservation of paint and
stoic service.
It floats into round-edged crevices,
fitting log upon, ... continue reading
