I fire every candle
wrap the life in wool
fold itself in circles
awaiting night’s first dawn,
white-wash nearly 90C
flee flee flee
from your doubt-demons
flee,
our far-off latent turmoil
and esoteric toil
the silenced essence
at night’s first dawn.
I fire every candle
wrap the life in wool
fold itself in circles
awaiting night’s first dawn,
white-wash nearly 90C
flee flee flee
from your doubt-demons
flee,
our far-off latent turmoil
and esoteric toil
the silenced essence
at night’s first dawn.