Night seeps
into its name.
At the edge
where black
oak clouds
an embankment
what I imagined
was silence
becomes enough
music for now —
the constellated
sounds
nouns
call out.
Night seeps
into its name.
At the edge
where black
oak clouds
an embankment
what I imagined
was silence
becomes enough
music for now —
the constellated
sounds
nouns
call out.