HAST never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
by David DephyFloating on the stream of your breath
listening to the sound of your breath
loving your silently deep look
your dawning presence in the darkest
hour of my apathy and disappointment,
drives me as a ...