The Writing Block

The moon bubbled Burst beautiful on black A second son, Birthed for but a moment, Reclaimed Two swans pass; Silent glide, entwined....

There’s already a lighthouse on this coast The rabbits already speak their own tongues A cavity long sits in the earth A light waits in...

They have a place there for you; A promise draped in silk and sin From black holes turning daylight; In depths of Csejte, pulling in...