And I will always play the martingale.
After the deep sea, the shallows; as
in Eden I let the land lay fallow
after the first blooms fell. Between here and heaven there is now no room
for what there is to tell, nor
for the stone fallen
from God’s hand into bright water,
given into the world, that this life alone is.
After the deep sea, the shallows; as
in Eden I let the land lay fallow
after the first blooms fell. Between here and heaven there is now no room
for what there is to tell, nor
for the stone fallen
from God’s hand into bright water,
given into the world, that this life alone is.