Four Nights in a Row the face – precise in its emotional arrangementsthe voice – magician’s daggers aimed at my weaknesssuch vivid torments alive with bloated scenarios that weightmy ankles like chained cement though not to drown but to chokeon the poison of unanswered whys – one never really leaves when blood is involved YIN… Continue reading Poem 307 – Four Nights in a Row & Yin Writing Link