New M.oo.n

Tonight

grasp and hold

The Sacred

Tools

my.Practice

pres*(ci)ent Murals

Streaming Sock( i|e)t to me

in darkness da(r&&m)(+n)ed

For(soo=>in tru)th myself

goddless crickets /\<>{}

Fleet and flawed /\<>{} /\<>{}

clawed song /\<>{} /\<>{} /\<>{}

humming

enjoy bea(dt)ed

silence

betw(een||ixt)

emptiness

within a golden b(owl?=>ough)++

held wooden

in side loose hands

!(Un)*done with you

This! m.BoDied

8/31/2019

The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.

— Heraclitus