“An Icy Hell”

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The Grounds
of the Earth split apart
and them arose
the slowing Heart
of the world feebly flickering
And passes on. . .

In the middle
of the Spawn of Daybreak.
SO ALL BECAME STILL
and the Light had no Will
to shine over a dying day

The airs grew cold
and the Landscape's browns





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