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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And are we still to know that thou art God?
The…
You are the maker of maps,
Straight edge and compass in hand.
I am horizons…
The chain that’s fixed to the throne of Jove,
One link dissolved, the whole creation…
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