Untitled (O/S)

Why do apparitions bring derision?

Dividing mind from the flow of flesh moving?

Grooving is the grimy, grim and grinning 
Grinding the groan & hope of home 
Nowhere to go on the road we venture 
Are ventured By what we censor, censers 
Of herbs say the verse breathe the hearse, the worst & surf 
Of spray from an ocean too vast to see!
Here is the hymn, here is the sorrow sounding the depths 
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