Throne Aloftas though lifted on fingertips -and yet waves have no fingersHer desirestructures the water -and yet waves have no structure In the split secondbetween crest and collapsethe world is createdand the world is annulledwithout endShare this poem Share on Twitter Share on Facebook
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