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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“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said
Blind with seeking, all but garroted
By…
How strange to see this landscape in the glass,
The surface — twinges frozen to…
Around our March balcony tonight Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
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