BLATISSIMUS
In the beginning, it ended With the threnody of birth... Just the flutter of a mocking-bird Bespeaking itself. Time once had us firmly in its grasp: Its knuckles are now too white With our wriggling For us ever to believe it invincible. Again...
With the threnody of birth...
Just the flutter of a mocking-bird
Bespeaking itself.
Time once had us firmly in its grasp:
Its knuckles are now too white
With our wriggling
For us ever to believe it invincible.
Again...
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