Towards a Relative Ending / Wyatt Prunty
Uninterrupted days occasion us,Affording light, withdrawing light,Almost as if someone too far away,Had thought but then forgotten why he thoughtOr, intuitive, had acted without causeAnd, looking again, wondered what it was he meant. Self-thinking and forgetful at one time,We live in rooms we know too wellUntil that ocular day,Vivid for the sky’s emptiness:The desk no […]