unto thee i - by e. e. cummings - unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencils fluent spires of fragrance the bowl seethes a flutter of stars a turbulence of forms delightful with indefinable flowering, the air is deep with desirable flowers i... Read more →
Posts prior to 2015 first appeared on my previous website, memory & desire (memoryanddesire.net).