Arts
THE DEPTH OF BLACK
Lostin deserts I do not know,the water has sunk,and I search for it. I keep company with a dogwho eats the soil of its land,never abandoning itdespite thirstand sorrow. I waitfor whoever comes behind the mirage,and wonder—what is itthat the crow circles? Its most precious possessionis watermixed with earth. If you want a drink,you must […]