Paths In the Private Country
...The memory in need
Is the implacable enemy of the creed,
Waits and watches its foe
The all-clawing frenzy on tip-toe;
Quiescent in the instant's repose
The thud of flurried gnawing years evoke.
The...
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Categories:
etherises, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse