The Cathedral
The nave is long and dark,No flower to caress,And I am not to bless,But pressed beneath this artWhich germinates to nothing.A black shape, like a bat,Hovers, while my mindHesitates to give it...
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""Of myriad vaulted spheres,Is indifferent to tearsAnd ignorant of life........ this is the art of darkness!Enjoyed the read!seened to be a vortex of old and new swirling togetherdavid
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David,Yes, well - it's a pretty bleak picture. I wrote it several years ago, at a time of uncertainty. A couple of months ago I might have said that if I had written something like this now, I would...
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Whose humming pillars strainUnder the chanting weightOf myriad vaulted spheres,I loved those lines... Though, as ever, I wish I knew why.Very well done...EzCode Parsing Error: face=verdana...
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Crushed beneath the weight...with no chance to flourish...a dark fate indeed...stirring imagery in this, Davie...Exit light...Enter night...Take my hand...We're off to never-never land...Welcome...
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