Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Tag: remix

Yet The Stones Plunge

It seems the jars
of earth
are cracked.

It seems the parts
must drift.

It seems that this
the Silent lack —
the will to will
a fall apart.

A Folded Hat

With this, a clasp,
(‘neath obscene stacks)
the facts are trapped.
And, as preempted
hands are kempt,
the past all see —
and, hating, need.