I have always seemed to myself
A man entirely of the earth,
Closed as closed could be to sensing beyond the senses.
Suddenly I am full of knowing dreams,
Counsel without provenance
And difficult intuitions.
My news from heaven
Is that I shall pass from purgatory to hell
In quest of you;
That if, and only if, I win you to me,
I shall live completely,
Die complete.
by David Singleton
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| Smoky quartz © Jennifer Phillips |
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