1 year ago. May 20, 2022 at 1:00 PM
I will try,
fail,
to speak your tongue.
Cryptex lock which opens
not with words. not with light.
but with words and light.
Inside, sunlight bruised by pending storms.
What small gifts shall I lay at your feet?
What dusky recompense may I offer in
exchange for your light
that breaks through my own heavy clouds?