17 December 2015



The vision of Ecstasy
Or the Ecstasy of vision,
Can they be so easily separated,
Need they be divided thus?
Where is vision, there is Ecstasy.
Where Ecstasy, vision reigns.
This is that is that this is.
Such is the Ecstasy of my vision
And the vision of my Ecstasy.
What fancy this,
So fine,
More than words that rhyme
This is the truth that climbs.



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Summer shower


Singing crickets
Quarter moon
Another sunset
Tears new




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