Awe throes in sea myth
hasten me. {Oh} how I try!
Thy mist whereon,
thereon thy swim
to
a hermit yet {un}shown
and a
heteronym wish{ed} at.
I am
Rose{mary}
or Thyme.
About Me
- tomas
- london
- written on reams of teller paper, snatched from without the stops and gaps of dead time and the bundles of daily work.
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