Echoes in a chamber are heardonly when given the space to reverberate,the time to develop,the pause to listen. Each heart is a labyrinth.I spend much time padding through the tunnels:inviting, lined with ornate diversions(they look an awful lot like Truth). I’ve only caught a glimpse of the chamber at the center.I heard a reverberation once,Continue reading “Center Chamber”
Two findings in one promise: Of Love without Regret. I cradled both, but only fed the former, Afraid that I’d forget.