space paced in air.
space quiets each noisy soul
into silent submission.
air humbled the cup, the face
the noise of the days.
the drawing waits
for time, as do all things.
a quiet space.
i took no photograph.
sbm.
space quiets each noisy soul
into silent submission.
air humbled the cup, the face
the noise of the days.
the drawing waits
for time, as do all things.
a quiet space.
i took no photograph.
sbm.