‘I was born of the early hours’ dark. Lived full until the shore of night. There, laid open to behold- the nascent things, the patterns to unfold beyond the costly, feted midnight 2 Early it was when, I half-died, in the morning. 3 Through awful hours
Threnody
Threnody
Threnody
‘I was born of the early hours’ dark. Lived full until the shore of night. There, laid open to behold- the nascent things, the patterns to unfold beyond the costly, feted midnight 2 Early it was when, I half-died, in the morning. 3 Through awful hours