Sunk deep inside the book

Forgot how to breathe with it

Sensitive to the world without

Being destroyed by it

There’s such pleasure in the silence

And these days, I’m cheerful

When it’s pointed out

What errors I’ve made

Because it’s like the Donovan song

First there is a mountain

Then there is no mountain

Then there is

But otherwise, this world I’ve made

Is a forest, serene and resolute

Sit with me, I’ll talk about

What I’ve done

And still,

Struggle to believe it myself

My book Until She Sings is out now.



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