Contemplation finds itself when moods have stormed away, and I can sit alone and grey upon a cold and cloudy day. I watch the sky slow-rotate round while I wait, lowly, on the ground. So calm when all my fire’s spent I feel the pulse where blood has went from heart to head and back […]
Read more "Contemplation"False virtue boasts undying constancy, entrenching roots in soil she did not test. She lifts her shield against the burning sun and shoots her views like arrows from behind the walls that stand against all diff’ring thought. But were not minds designed to grow like trees? To stand as strengthened by the light of truth? […]
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