Speckled song and singing rain
bring disorder and
disdain.
Flow down, fall
down, down to the ground,
tied, tied, tied
and bound.
Barren sun and
lifeless wind
woefully cry out
and exscind.
Gloomy mother’s
full bred sorrows.
Moments born, then grieved tomorrow.
~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone
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