Thursday, October 15, 2009

Above the abyss

I did not build a house to shelter me-
The joys of overcoming great sorrows
my gypsy soul learned
on the open sea,
as I swam, from belief to betrayal
from insanity to aim,
From foam to foam…


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...