an egolessness
a multiplicity as
prismatic conceit
Poetry
an egolessness
a multiplicity as
prismatic conceit
blue elf aloe leaf
morning bathes an overflow
en pointe her wet wings
so be it good tilth
rare inch spare cubic foothold
a desert fountain
empty thoughtless sense
unto itself a stillness
a fool shall fill in
when I dig a hole
a windy day no question
where to carry this