these are the timesdirty beloved



The Nomoi

...I came to my own door. I found my way
from room to room in darkness,
drawing the bolts as they existed
in my mind, triangulating the threshold
from the distance between my hands.

I found my love asleep
and now I lie beside her, touching her hair
cautiously, explaining...
D. Nurkse
Poetry Daily
"through the roots of the great chords"
A thrilling poem, astonishing.

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