"born of dormant corners"

Gone by Then

BY HARMONY HOLIDAY

Gone then risen

 

Milk dawn gone then risen

 

Our ephemeral fawning done

 

Gone sanguine then risen in spell

 

High with your wrist while nihil busy

 

Unburrowing dice teams from sand figurines

 

Risen to swirl steam scooping passing seemingly

 

A kindred-ided up and up, born of dormant corners

 

Forms filial then filled          Goes mourn and swoon

 

Love have and love loom                    Union and risen