Monday, November 9, 2015

The Auroras of Autumn Comments

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This is where the serpent lives, the bodiless.
His head is air. Beneath his tip at night
Eyes open and fix on us in every sky.


alexis kyriak 15 June 2018

I had thought that prophecy was dead, . that no one looks up any more.....his inward being is in the cosmos suspended on earth......the meeting place of all three....I can now understand the man of today, and hope.

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