When the world began
\nthere was no world to fill.
\nNo place to throw our words.
\nNo place for cities or towns.
\nThere was no imaginal place
\nfor dreams to root.
\nGraves to open up
\nand take our dead.<\/p>\n
So I would ask,
\nwhere was loneliness?
\nWhere was the dark?
\nWhere was the prodigal poem?
\nThe woman that cried on my face?
\nWhere was the trembling of fear?
\nWas there nothing?
\nNothing at all?
\nNo question?
\nNo answer?
\nNo echo?
\nNo intensity?
\nOnly solitude?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When the world began there was no world to fill. No place to throw our words. No place for cities or towns. There was no…<\/p>\n