After reading “God’s Inkwell”
by Jan Harper
The night spills out,
it seems,
on whatever plane
we dream.
It lives and dies
in living things,
is poured or drained
from lips that sing
The beginning and
the end of dreams.
After reading “God’s Inkwell”
by Jan Harper
The night spills out,
it seems,
on whatever plane
we dream.
It lives and dies
in living things,
is poured or drained
from lips that sing
The beginning and
the end of dreams.