domingo, 8 de abril de 2012

Church of the Golden Light

                              And you O my soul where you stand,
                              Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
                              Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the 
                              Spheres to connect then,
                              Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile
                              Anchor hold,
                              Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere,
                              O my soul.

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