Over here the circle theme continuesWithout a clock, uncountable And unmarked despite a pouring sound,Despite slight lesions in the rock. A hand is waving, silently, from underCover of cloud we said was blanketing The sky, and so, indeed, the sky is blankBut for a reverie of reach and touch; The ancient, fingered dark.The word I […]
Source : Hand (Giotto)
