I NEVER KNEW
THAT EXISTED
The roaming in the gloaming and the intimations
of immortality and the bell that tolls for thee and
the pilgrim's progress and the paradise lost it was
all a graffiti of mind a parking lot of place and
roaming in the gloaming an intimation of immortality
a bell that tolled for me a pilgrim's progress and
a paradise lost as well. Oh gee. And how was I to
know these things, a simple village boy like me?
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