Excerpt: The River of Blood and Dreams
From Kanchenjunga's peaks to archives, the Lepcha homeland unfolds. Poems search for…
Read more →My being, like sand, pours into your form, emptying itself to utterly become you.
I have come to be
Sand
In an hourglass
You make up
The other half
Slowly
I melt into you
Pouring myself out
Emptied
At last
I become you.