30 Apr 2023 Mandala by Olga Frobe-Kapteyn Through the trackless ether We entered a belt of fog. There is no scent in space but That fog brought deep cold soul-stink. Deep cold soul-stupor, overhanging The smallest part of divine creation. Choking Truth, a fleeting golden animal, in the murk Of centuries. The rising tide of […]
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