John McIntoshMay 15, 20191 min readFORGETFULNESS JOHN MCINTOSHLike a lionShe cameTearing at the ancientVeil of delusionOpening my slumbering Inner eyeThen, like the softnessOf a lambThe Light swelledSweeping asideMy forgetfulness
JOHN MCINTOSHLike a lionShe cameTearing at the ancientVeil of delusionOpening my slumbering Inner eyeThen, like the softnessOf a lambThe Light swelledSweeping asideMy forgetfulness
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