Sunday 16 November

 

I tread accross a tundra
slow making for its edge
marking a burr into light
a lanquid transgress
yet bouyant and whole

honing this plateux
sharp

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am on the edge of everywhere
it seems

out out out

 

exis

quartz

under moonlight

under stars

under feet

I tread