Iseult stands at Tintagel on the mid stairs between light and dark symbolism Does she stand for phonic human overtone for outlaw love the dread pull lothly for weariness actual brute predestined fact for phobic falling no one talking too Tintagel ruin of philosophy here is known change here is come
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A work of art is a world of signs, at least to the poet’s nursery
bookshelf sheltered behind the artist’s ear. I recall each little
motto howling its ins and outs to those of us who might as
well be on the moon illu illu illu
Etce ce Tera. Forgotn quiet all. Nobody grows old and crafty
here in middle air together. Long ago ice wraith foliage.
I had such fren
Our mother of puddled images fading away into deep blue polymer.
Seaweed, nets, shells, fish, feathers