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  • Writer's pictureAndrew D. Clark


Smokeless fire

Of smiling essence.

Here becomes a vision.

An open wordless call,

Not born of sullen schism.

Hear in half light,

No way of chanced word.

O, road of autumn night.

Golden silence heard.

O thy sordid ways,

Tremble now amid the haze.

I will see you there.

O seed of seer,

Of tragic majesty.

Reveal to me now what I hear,

Of love lost and soon to be.

Peer into my eyes

Softest shining starling light.

I am coming home.


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