Abdicate thy haughty loft, that cursed perch, imagined so tall,  that to heaven one seems to fall. Relinquish thy will, that fear of what’s dark, thoughts thought to steer,  that God becomes […]

A smear of weak fear too near to hear. And we all sea, smirks the ogre, fly – No jumps but withered husks of trunks with rotted pus, who’s knew, […]