Sunday, December 16, 2018

holy heyoka

I am
infinite jest, garrulous with silence.
My heart is a wound
from battering through prison walls
called rib cages
guarding red herrings
called hearts.

// Gary McGee

1 comment:

  1. Thats very deep, dear. Wanna RITE
    Upstairs where we'll have as many
    deepNwide things as stars in the
    many universes?