Where is my heart?
From where doth it call me?
From its' place by the sea,
Or from some mountain top?
From a green pasture
In which it takes
its' rest?
From where do I
hear my hearts' longing?
Doth it call me at all?
Doth it sleep?
or wake?
or doth it die
the slow and agonizing
death from
not being heard.
(1997)
To Come Forth Gradually into Being
8 years ago




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