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?
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In the beginning A Mind, Eternal. Then
A mind, created.
A sweet Whispering,
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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
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