"In slush and sand, a show to crawlers vile
Reared of the low-tide and aright therein."
--The Ring and the Book
Logging on...
"THE DESERT (Palindrome)
Moody, burned dust….
Oh, still aerify!
My ravine defoliated,
dim, its mirage bit.
Sure no bliss of pools to order,
still its red roots loop fossil bone.
Rust, I beg
a rim’s timid detail of Eden.
I vary my fire:
All its hot, sudden, ruby doom."
--@Anthony_Etherin
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