The Spoils of Dreamless Sleep
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source of the chasm where
the very GEIST falls, driven like lines harnessing process as a sea of beaming ice such process, with nature and birds, becomes its own loud lone glare "in another sound?" "no, no other sound" just some unsculptured image the old taught her young ruin a rushing restless gleam, chainless winds over the Earth and many sounds wait, and to Earth lands lightning unheard play of universal blanks, verse, syntax, & raves Back to Contents |
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