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Fate Union (No.V)

2021

Graphite on Paper

21 x 14 cm

These days do surely mark the approach Though haze pervades thy way Fate union light Born not of hope Therein lies my aim. Within the dell by yew-torn light First glanced upon O sweetest sight O woden call You passed the bough Where silver tendrils rise And came again Again to me Again dear union light. Forward light of whisper’d change Coming to me to rearrange My soul song lost in tune Igniting me so sweet So soon.