Within the plum-dark consciousness of God’s mysterious mind, Stars tells stories of unsung psalms seeded piercingly bright. Advertisements
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Tagged consciousness, dark, darkness, God, John Biscello, mind, mystery, night, plum, poem, Poetry, psalms, seeds, sky, stories
How the secret falls, from bowed lips modeling noir– Night calls burn slowly.
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged david lynch, haiku, John Biscello, lips, lost highway, mystery, noir, patricia arquette, poem, Poetry, secret