The unknowability of the

Untrampled lands

My old manse

Ivy plant clad

Eschews fancy trappings, like plans

Dungeon lonely

Onion stone only

Miles of devotional tapestries

Depicting recondite mythological scenes;

Sky like Pict-skin, white with woad spirals

Picturetaker, lasts a while like a corpse’s smile.

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