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Confession I kneel and confess, my father confessor, reverend! Too much I loved the intoxication of biting words, Ecstasy with rapture and murmuring […]

Flood Beyond the Banks Thoughts by brooks and rivers and streams. What is all this writing and thinking? Long had there been no theme so despised […]

The Night Brings Counsel The feather quilt covers dark thoughts at night. Limbs grow slow and the body grows slack. The mind slows, the screen drifts […]