Who knows – the toil of words
\nstuck so deep – in human flesh?
\nEven the most strenuous striving
\nbut a strain for the secretive soul.<\/p>\n
Light pierces the alabaster hoard
\nthat emits no shriek or sigh,
\nno way no how – are you of a
\nhapless tick-tick-ticking time?<\/p>\n
My eye brings its own brand,
\nsearing with no resort to heat
\nto hide what no rationale can
\nsing…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Who knows – the toil of words stuck so deep – in human flesh? Even the most strenuous striving but a strain for the secretive soul. Light pierces the alabaster hoard that emits no shriek or sigh, no way no … Continue reading