Chasm < Respite

How often do I scramble wordsto try to find a key.“Keep looking, and go further,”my conscience says a plea. I strive to answer what is lost,or what could never be;yet every time an answer comes,I struggle to unsee. What is flesh is fallible;I oftentimes forget.“I could never seek to know,”Doubt sings as a quartet. HowContinue reading “Chasm < Respite”