By morning, the thing itself was simple.
A bowl of light on the table.
A finished line.
A form the room could hold
without trembling.
Anyone entering then
would have called it beautiful,
and beauty would ha…
By morning, the thing itself was simple.
A bowl of light on the table.
A finished line.
A form the room could hold
without trembling.
Anyone entering then
would have called it beautiful,
and beauty would ha…