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To Will...
My eyes unleash upon the world before me,
where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign
These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,
to rise and fall as sun and moon both share
The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,
to trail the one in front and lead the back
As cousins of the changing time indenture,
the same but separate lost within themselves
(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)
where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign
These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,
to rise and fall as sun and moon both share
The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,
to trail the one in front and lead the back
As cousins of the changing time indenture,
the same but separate lost within themselves
(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)
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To Will...
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