Parable of the Interior —we are driving to the interior Every descent is difficult, but this late, chastening trek—a puzzled mind now dipping into an alleged cove biding just here at the pulsing base of my throat— proves far too much for me to undertake on my own.
Will be thinking on the whispered, nearly-dreamlike doctrine sewn into this piece: “I had no idea, then, what he meant, but loved the notion that my heart contained an interior more spacious than its grip.” Thank you!
Simply awesome is my intellectual and heartfelt response. Thanks!
Will be thinking on the whispered, nearly-dreamlike doctrine sewn into this piece: “I had no idea, then, what he meant, but loved the notion that my heart contained an interior more spacious than its grip.” Thank you!