Pitaa Hamarra
(keeping the twilight)
The wind is blowing new ways to love. Somewhere over the garden walls heavenly rivers flow like blood flows through our bodies, a miraculous healing everywhere, everywhere, of wounds we didn't even know we suffered. When matter meets matter, a cold eye of the moon. When an answer meets an answer, lips across my bones. When matter meets an answer, only a few miles from home. And that's because we don't only live in the world. We make it up.
