HUMAN PSYCHE
because that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human…
because that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human…
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]…
a philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing…
where wanderlust and a well-travelled writer dance to the ever-fickle tune of vicarious words…
as silence takes you into her soporific arms, listen to the sound of her dying heartbeat…