What has he left slipping from his
greedy, desiring fingers? Wondrous
gifts, gifts to build a shelter for the mind
and flesh from the storm that ravages
the world, a momentary eternity
of bliss, repeatable with his eyes
giving his mind a sorcerer's wand
to quiet the raging winds tearing
down the walls of the Earth.
Only that, only that....
10.04.2025
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