THE DISTANCE BY MARK ANTHONY DAYON ... This house, pitched - TopicsExpress



          

THE DISTANCE BY MARK ANTHONY DAYON ... This house, pitched now The dark wide stretch Of plains and ocean To these hills over The night-filled river, Billows with night, Swells with the rooms Of sleeping children, pulls Slowly from this bed, Slowly returns, pulls and holds, Is held where we Lock all distances! Ah, how the distances Spiral from that Secrecy: Room, Rooms, roof Spun to the huge Midnight, and into The rings and rings of stars.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 03:31:31 +0000

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