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XIII - Dissolved

by Austin Halling-Rowe

When the world and it's reek does rise
Like a tide so far above my nape,
Like in faith, with breath in-held
I wait; with eyes up-seeking,
With mind up-lifting, yet still
The foreign chill finds my soggy
Center and lays me limp in sleep,
Breath purged and sinking to the boggy bottom.
And there as in hell's mending gloom,
Dissolved into the dreamy deep,
As if nurtured in an ancient womb,
New creed begins to peep.
And new-born eyes I rub awake,
And life renewed from faithless makes.

07/15/2011

Posted on 07/16/2011
Copyright © 2025 Austin Halling-Rowe

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