Song of Words, First Development

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment
it reads:
The color of this mystery
Is not how it should be
The type of this romance
Was merely ignorance
As the child is to the world
So we must be uncurled
And see beyond our sight
"higher beauty, truth and light."

1 comment:

  1. Silvery sheaves of wheat blow west
    While bundles, buck and sweet
    Lie piled upon the threshing floor lest
    Any should perish from heat.

    *Note: "West" refers to the direction of an apostate.


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