The thesis is still a river. / At the top of the mountain / is a murderous light, so strong / it’s like staring into an original / joy, foundational, / that brief kinship of hold / and hand, the space between / teeth right before they break / into an expansion, a heat.
On the diversity of the divine
On the diversity of the divine
On the diversity of the divine
The thesis is still a river. / At the top of the mountain / is a murderous light, so strong / it’s like staring into an original / joy, foundational, / that brief kinship of hold / and hand, the space between / teeth right before they break / into an expansion, a heat.