
A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas as I age rhythms shift over endful days whetting my senses transformed by a wisdom existing beyond me in …
To believe, or: Heaven leans on earth
A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas as I age rhythms shift over endful days whetting my senses transformed by a wisdom existing beyond me in …
To believe, or: Heaven leans on earth