123 words
The Goal is a Blown Candle
Nothing
shields us,
nothing steals
from the blade
that we face.
I have seen
the butterfly
circle
its prey.
My prayers
want
for nothing.
My only offering
to the gods
is time at the helm
of continue
123 words
The Goal is a Blown Candle
Nothing
shields us,
nothing steals
from the blade
that we face.
I have seen
the butterfly
circle
its prey.
My prayers
want
for nothing.
My only offering
to the gods
is time at the helm
of continue