Monday, March 2, 2015

Voiced // POEM: Sun Sunk by Thomas Rivet

Sun Sunk
Consume me
O love dove,
dive into my soul,
unearth me like a blind
worm or mole.
Forgive me - my impatience,
it is my conscience,
tired, and
in need of a hug,
for it has been dug
out from shell,
dragged from light
to sombrous, wet well.
I sink, I have sunk,
I too miss
her radiance
for she shines
on me
for she be
a lady
of the highest


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