My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Old Eyes
“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”
“attraction
is love’s first
fixation…”
“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”