The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 13 / Phillip Neal Tippin
I have come from the very presence
To tell you of the Presence coming.
(Gabriel)
I feel acutely the bumpkin
Blipping through your past
Seems to handle the strain like sin
Parasitic from strength to strength.
A reflected shadow
And now I’m here,
And now I’m here,
Pressing the bounds
Borders of my time—
Time’s seventy times seven
Forgiven, It’s, my bounding line
Innocence and experience
Etched on a copper plate
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