In The Sliver of The Question

Lying there
Like a withered thought,
Bent and spineless where the winds
Howl and blow
Where the tall grass bows
With its passing;
And you listen to midnight
On your knees
Without resistance,
Pondering and praising.
None are promised The morning. We
Slumber in the sliver of the question.

Reviews

[DANGER]

I like the nighttime meaning in "the silver of the question"

[Ed Hart]

you know that i come and visit with you the while, and sit with you, and hold your hand