And I will always play the martingale.
After the deep sea, the shallows; as
when steward of Eden, I was compelled to let the land lay fallow
after the first blooms fell.
There is now no room between here and heaven
for what there is to tell, no room at all
for the stone,
fallen
from God’s hand into bright water,
given into the world, that this life alone now is.
After the deep sea, the shallows; as
when steward of Eden, I was compelled to let the land lay fallow
after the first blooms fell.
There is now no room between here and heaven
for what there is to tell, no room at all
for the stone,
fallen
from God’s hand into bright water,
given into the world, that this life alone now is.