We had rowed half-way over, Half out of breath, half-way to death; His hand upon the oar grew stronger, Every effort adding what should be less. 5 And in the heralding storm I saw a clearing: Never had what was far panted nearer; Invisible clouds in angel's light brought tears in; Resolved, my heart awoke: I could not fear her. "All things to all things impart some measure; 10 Death's leaden touch sinks breath." "Coriolis longings of my love have abdicated leisure! I rise forever exhaling light and pleasure!"
From the collection "A Volcano Island"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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