God knows every manner of suffering

It seemed like a fine plan,

writing Himself into His own work,

to taste and be tasted –

descending in scarlet,

sinking to flesh –

but who knew the life of man

was a brutal current turning,

slow and wide

then swifter and deeper

till the sky


a little white circle climbing

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