a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...
A glistening light of a thousand stars.
The moon hangs so bright...
You were so afraid
of yourself, that you refuse...
I’m trying to find my balance,
trying to understand what I need is not...
When i say, 'I am a Christian'
I'm not shouting 'I am saved...
I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...
A tree cut down is a
a child chopped...
Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands...
Powders and liners,
Contours and curlers...
My bruised words
explode. I don't find any...