Winter/Spring

Two Ravens 013


there is no art to find
thought with no heart to bind
the mind's construction in
and finds destruction in
the face
each place

i saw him writing
he was inciting
lines that would make the world
fears that would shake the world
i hovered over him
he hovered over him

his revels now have ended but his plays
are thought and memory's best-loved displays

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