Is this real?
Conclusions drawn about the tragic shortsightedness of others / Insufficient attention given to my own
Yes, again.
Embarking on the path of renewal
Loos’d of limits
Passing the hours
Cloister clock
Nights of faith
Well, you have your pillow of stone and
the hip thrown out,
the light in Antony’s cave,
Joseph’s twisting,
Joan’s gloaming,
and a river flowing past
the dead in the ground.
Secret message
Our neighbors’ tree has died
It seems ominous, an omen.
Whither the leaves, whither the wood?
Goes all, goes all, in this final final fall!
Five after eight
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