An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
There is a sadness soothing to the soul, And with its smoothing, Herakles made whole. And deep within him, pealed a bell, And those who hear, must harken well: For from the void, its rhythms swell, And all contrivance shall it quell!
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