BLOOD AT THRESHOLD
From infinity to
infinity it pours over,
Yet it is human only at the threshold.
Such a void gate is a miracle:
With no frame but with one amazed Nothing
Beamingly breathing
Wedged in the frame.
Only the threshold
gleams oddly,
It promises and yokes:
On its left it vanquishes,
On its right it strokes.
Contents :
The
Beast
Blood At The
Threshold
True Hunger
Prayer Before
War
Pledge With The
Sky
Dear Murderer
The End of The Travel
Sun Serpent
Hands
Shouting
Sleep Now
Death, My Lover
Although Broken And Locked Underground
The Second Life of The Warrior
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