(Poem #425 on new numbering scheme)
Holding down ocean’s perimeters, plunging beyond all the clouds’ bounds,
conjuring night’s most unknowable faces and smiles, so the sun sets.
(Poem #425 on new numbering scheme)
Holding down ocean’s perimeters, plunging beyond all the clouds’ bounds,
conjuring night’s most unknowable faces and smiles, so the sun sets.