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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They quarrel in low tide mud
Over scraps of rotten food;
They rest on fishhouse…
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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
Accept the wind —
Insanity would fight it now.
It is no angel to be…
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