The eye, a sparrow really,
Unfeeling
In its church–
And half-defined,
Whelms in first light.
I raise a pail of ashes,
Walk to the garden….
The eye, a sparrow really,
Unfeeling
In its church–
And half-defined,
Whelms in first light.
I raise a pail of ashes,
Walk to the garden….