the mind
cracked
I heard
saw
the break
an orange door
or window
closing-
partly
there was no pain
a soft white curtain
now
to the end
of my days
to see
ahead
all I need
one lit stone
or leaf
endears me
to a poem
cracked
I heard
saw
the break
an orange door
or window
closing-
partly
there was no pain
a soft white curtain
now
to the end
of my days
to see
ahead
all I need
one lit stone
or leaf
endears me
to a poem