now away all
slip back
the fall of night,
its heavy,
and is a damp
foreboding of all
those pressured shoves
of others,
both good and bad,
lightnings thundered grasp
has riddled clouds
until they have
no time or place,
and the spiritual powers
will somewhere somehow
slide into another
to take my place.
1984
the fall of night,
its heavy,
and is a damp
foreboding of all
those pressured shoves
of others,
both good and bad,
lightnings thundered grasp
has riddled clouds
until they have
no time or place,
and the spiritual powers
will somewhere somehow
slide into another
to take my place.
1984
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