When our darkest beauties and darkest repulsions, When our history and present moments, Aspirations and negotiations, When all of these open fully and empty into the hungry earth and absorbing skies— The end and the beginning meet us. Why can vacancy feel so full?
By the Bedside of Splendour
By the Bedside of Splendour
By the Bedside of Splendour
When our darkest beauties and darkest repulsions, When our history and present moments, Aspirations and negotiations, When all of these open fully and empty into the hungry earth and absorbing skies— The end and the beginning meet us. Why can vacancy feel so full?