A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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My very breath seems evidence of You. My pulse throbs with a Spirit not…
I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —
In counting out…
Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
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