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  • Andrew D. Clark

Woden







Beside of mind in woden days.


For warmth now doth reside,


By winds of ease amid the ley,


Thy gentle breeze remind.




In seeking for thy ceaseless end


One may come to find


All soon to be is now to heel


And that one is beyond thy mind.








I do not know


Though I have seen


What now awaits


Lies in between



Amid the loam


Beneath thy feet


Behind all frets


An idol speaks



A luminous song


Found true amid heart


Heard from beyond,


A voice in the dark



Heard all along


Born not of my mind.


Now soon to impart,


Companion in kind.



Hours upon days


Embark to return


And hasten to the ground


For I yearn.



Helpless yet still


I look to the shroud.


For now that I am truly lost,


Can I again be found.





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