Even within the
most intricate web.
I still turn without surprise.
Nothing has a quickness,
and the world is full
of tongued grass.
You drew me out from afar.
Can you cling
to one such as me?
Delicate Man
Even within the
most intricate web.
I still turn without surprise.
Nothing has a quickness,
and the world is full
of tongued grass.
You drew me out from afar.
Can you cling
to one such as me?
A Wandering Poet 