Do We, Defilement-Stirring Poem by james watkin

Do We, Defilement-Stirring



Do we, defilement-stirring
Track our mortal traverse.
Up through the human current
To aspire seems perverse!

Above the quaggy water
If they're be diamond skies
Tortoise is not averse to
Raise up its languid eyes.

Monday, January 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: aspiration
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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