The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 21 / Phillip Neal Tippin
These walks should have made for better thoughts—
Long in the lanes’ lithe quietude.
I’m on the Spectrum
Of the New Line’s Arc’ing Light.
Little children
At the judgement of the world.
(Holy Week)
So much clock work
For one day’s escapement
The dead set and the single eye—
How deep is that light!
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