Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, January 29, 2018
One
Blessed
Like the bleating ram
Fluffed and fattened
Finding its way to an unknown altar
I went to count them
But they
Had slipped away
When I lay down
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