a vessel of oil is sitting on the shelf, and that is all the woman had to give. she had talked about it with him late into the night.

road of mystery

harvest non:chalant papyrus

tender moments of water trickling down

the slopes of the atlas

my heart has room for you

i know that you are coming soon

toronto morning must be near

the candle is burning on the path of uncomprising : bitter/now

follow me there, young but getting too old for this/now

there :: tomorrow you may stand

furrowing into that distant land

for you and i only had that which is past

and like life, you must always make

4. some

3. part of

2. that

remnant

1. last