Longing
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For dark matters
— by Paul Wadey, 26.11.2023 In this boundless realm, where earth in twain is riven, Naked to the marrow of verity, our spirits shiv’n, Where lone thought’s susurrus in murmuring concession, Mirror the heart’s pulsing, strange, yet calls to session. In this hush, my soul, in stellar cloister set apart, Craves not for touch, but… Continue reading