For I.A. Petrova
We are adamant to be this earth's masters
not its children, still-born into soulless eternity.
We seek an infinite breath in words, a forever in
engravd gestures: canvas, stone or daguerreotype.
And the ocean laughs & sometimes threatens,
the fields lie silent, and the trees rustle
the same moan as our own, only without your
figure to dance hope beneath their leafy...
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We are adamant to be this earth's masters
not its children, still-born into soulless eternity.
We seek an infinite breath in words, a forever in
engravd gestures: canvas, stone or daguerreotype.
And the ocean laughs & sometimes threatens,
the fields lie silent, and the trees rustle
the same moan as our own, only without your
figure to dance hope beneath their leafy...
Read More
