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- morrow -
I have eaten of fruit which brings
Insight and Sorrow
As evening tides Rise I will
drown in tomorrow
Through chalice of God or
His Savior son
With fractions of madness
In Visions, away, run;
from temptings and longings
Of a blasphemous one
For method of many
in fear will I circle
Misleading refusal's
Entombing denial
Ancestral be-headings,
encroaching, combining,
ascend unencumbered
brings fall of the rising
So cast away shadow
One's grounding your alter
You wait for the Offering
of Precious one's barter
To sever the guidance
of a wisdom lain fallow
as Evening tides Rise
you will drown in the morrow
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