Ignorance—darkness—
is bliss for the underworld creatures...
Close your wounds.
Close your wounds...
The small man,
the hollow man...
My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...
Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...
The loops unroll,
each birthing another...
Flare of candlelight,
briefly cuts the velvet night...
I watched the waves of days,
laden with rue and sorrow...
Oh lovely one, oh lovely one,
so gentle...
Oh, I thought I would find you
in the deserts of South Africa...
Lately, I have been remembering
so much of my younger years...
Even in the storm,
learn...