Tag Archives: surrender

Cup

The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.

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Supple

By exacting standards, I have held myself aloft, bated, the invocation to surrender, in bald tatters, now tags me to move, in rapport with grace, into suppler imaginings.  

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