It is mystery enough, this pulsing starlight blazing. Grazing pine tops, glazing virgin snows. And yet, another mystery I pose: What pulse is this that beats beneath a virgin's pulse? What light from east of earth's end blazes in this bestial close?
Monday, December 20, 2004
Merry Christmas...
Poetry from the Ark Music CD Centerpoint
Another Mystery I Pose, by Keith Patman
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