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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Trellised clouds upwards towards
earth’s moon
Set within a night-dome
of…
You are the maker of maps,
Straight edge and compass in hand.
I am horizons…
In the beginning A Mind, Eternal. Then
A mind, created.
A sweet Whispering,
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