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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For all we love to know
He gives us signs
Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
When angels danced on heads of pins
The ways of men were means not ends;
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