Unfaith. Is how that which. Without which. Is nothing.
Is nothing before and then after.
Your word comes like fire.
Unsuddenly. Carried away by the littleness.
Here. Of this wind which you finally
feel. How this lily without
you. Will bloom. And bloom therefore. And die.
Andrew Maxwell studies Middle English contemplative writing. His poems have recently appeared in Colorado Review and Lana Turner, as well as online in Conjunctions and Concision.
