Solemn usurpation of one consciousness Leaves us what it leant us: Anarchy's chaos and spilt grain Lost fertility left wandering 5 Dark airs and night's uplifted breath Unreal because left unplanted; Thoughts lost without a brain to bear them, Dry conceptions that lean in the wind Whispering nothing to an earless earth.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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