Grail of The Cupped Hand

I didn't stop to think, I'd end, enjoying this thing, this writing reservoir...far more than you. It always seemed, so toil filled, so labored, as I sweated on...till words assured me, I need never call on them, but they on me, and be they muse or God, or what you will...assured certainty, to pleasure, we may both enjoy.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: waterheart, pollytone1.com