there is a place
inside
that wants to say
what can’t be articulated
to make beautiful
what can’t even be seen
and the frustration
of the attempt
undermines me
and leaves me gasping
hungry for finer food
there is a place
inside
that wants to say
what can’t be articulated
to make beautiful
what can’t even be seen
and the frustration
of the attempt
undermines me
and leaves me gasping
hungry for finer food
Ah, the beauty of that last line.
I think we all have that appetite…gracias