Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Awake ye sleepers
The fires of dawn are upon us
To forge a purer humanity
And gilt our humble frames
With the failing lights
Of the stars.
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