Sepulchrum
I pray every day that art
Is a language shared
By the dead and living alike,
That the angel’s mercy
Relents and finds me this time.
Can my ink-stained pages
Reach you
Wherever you’ve ended up?
Is a language shared
By the dead and living alike,
That the angel’s mercy
Relents and finds me this time.
Can my ink-stained pages
Reach you
Wherever you’ve ended up?