On a delirious fantasy.
Excerpts form
jambu (goela)
in all of the hours
for days
she hears
the galloping of bright horses
coming from the depths of cave and ellis
thud, thud, thud
the light speaks
loud, the unbearable loud silence
of a calling
the calling for one who does not yet know
the other is a being in this world
the irony of knowing
without knowing at all
…
