With wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do you read meI rode God far--I rode Godnear, he sang,it wasour last ride overthe hurdled humans.They cowered whenthey heard usoverhead, theywrote, theylied our neighinginto one of theirimage-ridden languages.

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Themes

  • God — Spiritual reflections on the divine, faith, and creation
  • Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression

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