In blindness not of Death --
No, sitting -- still -- with and without
Still breathing -- here on Earth
Then still and more and long and yes
When in mine own eyes true --
A shining beam -- Illumining --
Of Light could then break through --
a poem that has a first line the same as (the last of) another poem
In blindness not of Death --
No, sitting -- still -- with and without
Still breathing -- here on Earth
Then still and more and long and yes
When in mine own eyes true --
A shining beam -- Illumining --
Of Light could then break through --
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Bow Tie Tuesday
Hey there. It's snowing in Ann Arbor today. Long slow snow of wet thick flake-clumps. I'm loving it. I went to pick up some bagels…
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