Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
Window window
Our Church, this valley of tears
Corruption is the vein we mine,
risking our life to foul the air
Train seen from the bus
Where have you been?
“Around the earth,” he answered, “roaming about.”
Job 1:7
Traveler
“Discernment”
One goes one way
and another another
while I
wonder in-between
Partituur
Love on a desert island
What could not actually could be,
until rescue made him
no longer the alternative to no one.
Deck light
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