Some ascend, caged in desire. Others, stone-like, arise unwillingly in the gulf between thought and deed. I drink pear tea, awakening slowly beneath a winter elm, snow-sheened, skeletal under stars; and yet still aware, attuned to death. I hav… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader On Interpretation perfectsublimemasters June 19 Some ascend, caged in desire. Others, stone-like, arise unwillingly in the gulf between thought and deed. I drink pear tea, awakening slowly beneath a winter elm, snow-sheened, skeletal under stars; and yet still aware, attuned to death. I have discovered empty hands, vacillating meagerly, risking gestures as in the poem's night, boot heavy on one's […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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