hope is not a feathery thing
we (must) lightly hold between
two fingers to tread the night alone.
it is the sound of one ghungroo tight
around both ankles together,
the struggle melody of achilles
to move into mudra
of such a graceful crawl.
crawl
hope is not a feathery thing
we (must) lightly hold between
two fingers to tread the night alone.
it is the sound of one ghungroo tight
around both ankles together,
the struggle melody of achilles
to move into mudra
of such a graceful crawl.