[For her of whom I have written both "A million-souled angel this incarnate minute," and "When I in my lover's eye am cast aside," and felt both sayings true with the savage conviction of a ghost doomed to haunt the deathcamp of his last breath] In her cockle-slip of coffin My love lies lightly best; Out of my own small, sinned bones I begin 5 And shape one splinter to sail gigantic seas; I lay the red keel in my breast.
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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