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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“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”
— Willa Cather
O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.
What willed and wild imagining was born
When Adam,…
In the beginning A Mind, Eternal. Then
A mind, created.
A sweet Whispering,
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