Fear is the heart of man, the
Lease on river, the rasp of
Faith is the heart of man, the
Disjoin, standing on this shore
Gasping for this other, that
Other is the heart of man.
Fear is the heart of man, the
Lease on river, the rasp of
Faith is the heart of man, the
Disjoin, standing on this shore
Gasping for this other, that
Other is the heart of man.
The antithesis of weather is grass and Where it lies, chooses to lie in prehistory - The rifts will sort themselves out; the thesis Is one where the river is not mentioned, yet There is flow, yet there are hollows that Pretend nothing and settle many many naughts
The insane act is a culpable one As it is tame Compared to the feline pear, the Hummingbird, The flawed temple-stone and its Pedigree. We Can call it by name and stay the Course out loud.
the rebellion stokes the hurt fire, the damp beckoning of green supplication, the dire wick, the stone muck and much trepidation. the gift of battle is a sworn sword, a leaflet thorn out of a red book that thumbs its echoes with vigor. the eye of the little 'no' is a pinprick, the dust in the feather's anthology, its grasp of matter and its debited song.