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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The chain that’s fixed to the throne of Jove,
One link dissolved, the whole creation…
When angels danced on heads of pins
The ways of men were means not ends;
Trellised clouds upwards towards
earth’s moon
Set within a night-dome
of…
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