I felt the blackness come...
sleeping make a wave-reflecting sphere
descend towards the earth, the soil, the flesh
unconsciousness of the universe sleeping
meditation fixed
for your gallantry slave-face
with its silence bent
and framed with hectic light
softly fluttering
the words broke forth
descend towards the earth, the soil, the flesh
unconsciousness of the universe sleeping
meditation fixed
for your gallantry slave-face
with its silence bent
and framed with hectic light
softly fluttering
the words broke forth
to soon
Labels: POEMS BY HARL
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