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Oxen of the Sun 382
In passing you said
“let us speak of self and night.”
and where we intended the world
only doubt fell out
it was a small matter but
one that brought the death of mastery
that spoke without wonder
that had scant conscience
for the meekest love.
Saints and counsels and years begin their love
the brothers of goodness imagine
their births and let their judges provide
promised woe and wandering.
In passing you said you believed in night.
2 comments:
Love the face in number one. (I dare say, he teaches at AICAOC, and has for awhile...methinks.)
Expression is priceless.
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