Forked touch of this flower

Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower

down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness

even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September

to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark…

-D. H Lawrence 1932.

Three words: I am struggling. I just really, really need some time to go surfing I think. It all gets a bit much. I need to feel the sting of the wind as it whips the foam off the lip and breathe in the salty air. Sooner would be better than later…


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