lines written upon urra moor
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the …
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the …
The paralyzing fear called doubt seeps in through every hollow place, fighting fragility, I slide backward; losing my grip, focus …