An unchanging mind's a stone Defined by what it damages; Spray of speech, then silence Gives night a damask tone. 5 Angry with the sea I claimed An everlasting fire: While fragrant eyelid closed a night On bodily desire. When she stepped seaward, stone to stone, 10 In violet degrees Did a paper eyelid burn? Or changeless oceans slide?
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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