Speak my coldness to the air…by G. Mramor


, if you ever loved me, make for me a tower, and on her weathered body with a jagged rock write Colossus, fore once I knew and once more I shall know, in her body twist a stair to heaven and there aloft plant a tree, then bring my body into her and up to the opening sky, by the tree fold my hands and cover my eyes, then speak my coldness to the air

father

Advertisements

enter the discussion:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s