this melancholy,
today it too seems
rose-hued
*
the bell in pieces—
learning to love
silence
*
at the same time
the seed reaches toward darkness
toward light
*
I throw my hunger
into the river, then, too alone,
jump in after it
This is absolutely brilliant. Loved the last line..:-)
Thank you. I kinda wish it weren’t true, that last line … 🙂
That last inconsistency makes me giggle/gurgle.