An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
Yet, I do know a little of the law: For all its forms but fortify from flaw. To that which renders beauty must it serve, Nor from this purpose, may it ever swerve. From solemn silence, symphonies upswell, And half the year I’ll dwell in Asphodel. For I have found that - there are autumns, too, And ice of winter doth the springs renew.
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