A Poet’s Sanity

Do not cross your doubts in my face of trees Humongous rocks piling and shattering altogether I am a cloak of shadow, hiding and humming chants to release my sanity, blue waters of Mediterranean hunger Clap my soul, and find the twinnings of pieces of glass Fixated on the roots of my birthplace, insanity clamours.… Continue reading A Poet’s Sanity