where inwardness fell away
we will come back to stay
recovering the shards of beauty
the Ice Queen broke that day
revoking the puzzle
and the wayward star
the waste of waste of what you are
stepping through the rancour and the strife
into the green
tne mint breathed, sweeter life,
the end of agon.
the heart arising.
the passage no more sought.
mary angela douglas 27 october 2019
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