Angelic Purple Mountain’s Majesty
in hellfire horizon,
where the sky’s eye bleeds.
Black etches o’ birds flee in V’s;
but I keep forward toward thee.
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Twilight o’ the Divine ( così lei scapperebbe nel sonno e sognerebbe il para-para-paradiso )
2018 October 4
Posted in Poetry
