An Artic Vortex
Wisdom speaks in notes of light: If another hates
Their neighbour then truly they walk about, darkness
Having blinded their eyes heart to tongue; burnt offerings....
A winter's blast this altar so seeks ? Stripes, the millstone bleeds.
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