Thy grace be

 In the burning cauldrons,  through the humming saws,  across the poles -  wrapped in cotton and set aflame,  and in the swift strike of tyr...

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Shadow-play

Cloaked shallow contours
Shifting through the stage, until
Stilled, as shadows be.



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