Sleeping in the tender light of alone My body made itself an army-- My many minds alarmingly rebelled-- My noisy dreams were tossing stones to hell: 5 What heaven bounced back? No echo tells Of tender any keeper. Attack. The sounds How solved, bending, holy, doving, proud Moved to the ways my unkept singleness still loved. Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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