Something Stirs

Something stirs yet not yet awakens A great ripping of shredding reproach Evolutionary dawn in the light of morning But that I had wings Something churns yet not yet heaves A grand tumult of agitating disorder Transformative revolution in the dark soul But that I had wings Something embeds yet not yet roots An immense... Continue Reading →

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