On Visiting a Formidable Place in My Mind
The romanesque peaks on either side channel the wind Above the disintegrating road; a scarred throat, A silent scream travels from east to west and finally Acquires a voice about a hundred miles out over the lake: Thunder, thunder, thunder, while the forest recedes from the shore Like a hairline, and in the middle there is a tonsure…
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