Keep your early dispositions.
Cover the mirror's lonely recognitions.
And count, slowly now, as the seconds find their way through the channels of your brain.
She wondered if we could find God in this place.
But now I am at the bottom of the stairs,
Head up, eyes opened
To the crack of light under the door.
And the space around me escalates, it ruminates,
Till none.
Cover the mirror's lonely recognitions.
And count, slowly now, as the seconds find their way through the channels of your brain.
She wondered if we could find God in this place.
But now I am at the bottom of the stairs,
Head up, eyes opened
To the crack of light under the door.
And the space around me escalates, it ruminates,
Till none.
