Sunday, February 7, 2010
I have written to various friends,
any rosary will narrate the vicissitudes
I have spent (more than all imagine).
In my lines
them know that this cell, with nothing and no one,
for me is a retreat where I
book of my chain.
Like others of my life, this gap, filling it slowly
light
to draw out its hollowness
the glow that makes my heart
supplier love
of this love that all I write.
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