"unseeing" poems
I. Neptune’s Theater
A rock spins through the universal tumbler
and its warm blue pools calcify
as turquoise Neptune in his cloudy blue bath bath
builds a lace castle with his fingertips
Sculpts a submerged eden of crimson and emerald
where painted parrots chat up cardinals
butterfly and angel fry sway with wave pulse
and foliated coral fingers beckon from arched windows.
Neptune’s children are flat and bright, spined and notched
free yet entangled in lace mesh ecosystem
beneath an array of bioluminescent stars
as a gangly pretender watches and blows bubbles.
II. Sapien Siege
The hot acidic hand of death grasps
the mesh rends and tangles
the ecosystem shattered
reef’s loosed children scream beneath planet’s stars.
Butterflies impaled
cyanide-swooning damsels
mesh-tangled angels hauled heavenward
coral to potash, corpses to coal.
The pretender to the throne blinks
rubs blurry lenses,
kicks plastic fins
and moves on to the next show
Unseeing and unaware
of the luminous filament in his wake.
Self-appointed divinity,
deus ex machina.
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Ann says: All of the animal and human characters in this poem (except Neptune and The Pretender) are named after coral reef fish. Coral reefs, one of the most diverse ecosystems, are expected to be largely extinct within one human generation. Deus ex machina is Latin for “God from the machine.”
Copyright 2013 by Ann Marcaida.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Driving alone in the moonlight
An hour or two before dawn
Jackson Browne on the radio
Big wheels all humming along
Rounding a curve in the highway
I see deer in the road just ahead
The littlest one forgot to run
I hit her and knew she was dead
The body lay still and broken
Soft unseeing eyes open wide
Kneeling I took her up in my arms
And I sobbed, and wept, and I cried
I cried for her broken body
And I wept for her stolen life
I sobbed for all the loves I've lost
Through all the years of my life
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC
He found her standing before
the large Ocean staring unseeing at
its mysterious frozen surface. She was
shivering. He watched her
doubtfully for a moment.
"The Ocean is too cold and too big."
The Goddess thought out loud.
In reality, The sky was too: cold and too big.
And the
whole world
was: too cold, too big. And even too
cruel.
'Goddess,'
he said to her back, where’s
your coat?'
'Where’s yours?'
He moved to stand beside
her hourglass figure. 'I’m warm.'
She tilted her head to his.
'If
you’re warm and I’m coatless,
there’s only one friendly thing
for you to do.'
'Go back and get your coat for
you?'
She smiled. Reaching out to
him, he pulled her close
against him. Being a gentleman he wrapped
his arms around her,
surprised, and tried to rub
some warmth into her
shivering shoulders and back.
'That’s it exactly,' Goddess said.
'You must keep me warm.' As a gesture to never let her go,
He laughed and held her
tighter with one hand, while drawing a sword at the rest of the world.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
.*
The burden I bear is more heavy than lead.
The physical weight is a thing that I share,
but the loss that I feel will not leave my head.
Why did you have to die? Why is death so unfair?*
I am close to you now. Yes, touching my hair
the flag with its lions of gold and of red
that wraps round your coffin. I know you are there.
The burden I bear is more heavy than lead.
My comrades move with me in slow, solemn tread.
Our eyes are all fixed in an unseeing stare.
Our shoulders support you in your oaken bed.
The physical weight is a thing that I share.
As I feel the world watching I try not to care.
My deepest emotions are best left unsaid.
Let others show grief like a garment they wear,
but the loss that I feel will not leave my head.
The flowers they leave like a carpet are spread,
In the books of remembrance they have written, 'Somewhere
a star is extinguished because you are dead.
Why did you have to die? Why is death so unfair? '
The tears that we weep will soon grow more rare,
the rawness of grief turn to memory instead.
But deep in our hearts you will always be there,
and I ask, will I ever be able to shed
the burden I bear?
.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
your mouth is on fire, i am
between it. the smoke
which we are forever in need of
swims like salmon in between brain and skull
scared (rinse and repeat this part)
i beat into you, desperately
carving the cold flesh twitching
as though recalling a bad dream
but you cave into yourself. a sand castle
shifting and dripping with sea
eyes cast off like anchors
i want, w-want, sorry (in a whisper)
stuttering and shaking and trying,
forever trying, to save
something, anything
of this moonlight which wakes me
i break open my chest, unzip the seams
of my lungs and invite you inside
offering a home,
how selfish. how heavy,
and you crumble into dirt and ash,
prayers answer, destiny
met. left behind, i am buried under you.
asleep. unseeing.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
from
On the Infinite Universe and Worlds
(DE L'INFINITO UNIVERSO ET MONDI)
by GIORDANO BRUNO
1548 – 17 February 1600
burned at the stake in Rome's Campo de' Fiori
THREE SONNETS
Passing alone to those realms
The object erst of thine exalted thought,
I would rise to infinity: then I would compass the skill
Of industries and arts equal to the objects.
There would I be reborn: there on high I would foster for thee
Thy fair offspring, now that at length cruel
Destiny hath run her whole course
Against the enterprise whereby I was wont to withdraw to thee.
Fly not from me, for I yearn for a nobler refuge
That I may rejoice in thee. And I shall have as guide
A god called blind by the unseeing.
May Heaven deliver thee, and every emanation
Of the great Architect be ever gracious unto thee:
But turn thou not to me unless thou art mine.
Escaped from the narrow murky prison
Where for so many years error held me straitly,
Here I leave the chain that bound me
And the shadow of my fiercely malicious foe
Who can force me no longer to the gloomy dusk of night.
For he who hath overcome the great Python
With whose blood he hath dyed the waters of the sea
Hath put to flight the Fury that pursued me.
To thee I turn, I soar, O my sustaining Voice;
I render thanks to thee, my Sun, my divine Light,
For thou hast summoned me from that horrible torture,
Thou hast led me to a goodlier tabernacle;
Thou hast brought healing to my bruised heart.
Thou art my delight and the warmth of my heart;
Thou makest me without fear of Fate or of Death;
Thou breakest the chains and bars
Whence few come forth free.
Seasons, years, months, days and hours --
The children and weapons of Time -- and that Court
Where neither steel nor treasure avail
Have secured me from the fury [of the foe].
Henceforth I spread confident wings to space;
I fear no barrier of crystal or of glass;
I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite.
And while I rise from my own globe to others
And penetrate ever further through the eternal field,
That which others saw from afar, I leave far behind me
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
If jealousy is a green eyed monster,
Anxiety will be a blued eyed monster
With thorns that you do not take notice of
Until its too late and you are trapped in its suffocating embrace.
Save me, please.
Anxiety will rob you of your breath
She leaves you gasping for air when everyone can breathe just fine.
I can't look around,
Or they will know there is no heart next to my failing lungs.
Save me, please.
Anxiety will steal your light away
She will leave you in darkness
When she knows your fear of the dark will **** you.
My eyes look around wildly
Seeing yet unseeing
I need to find my way out of this crowd.
There are too many eyes that can see through me
She keeps me blind.
Save me, please
Anxiety will take away your courage
I am not brave enough to be in a room full of people.
I am not brave enough to talk to the girl sitting beside me for the last six months
I am not brave enough to look into your eyes.
Anxiety is a blue-eyed monster that won't give me back my courage.
Please please please, give it back.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
A sensuous sound eagerly heard
by my raw soul,
a sound like an angel whispering
and kindly teasing
The scent of the salty breeze
caressing and stirring my senses
My heart ceases
at the sight of the swelling ocean,
like a forgotten friend
Twinkling illuminations twirling
on the swaying
saturated skin
Impatient to be at one
with the rhythmic sways
to mother natures
heavenly work of art
Each time the images are transformed
I believe that this is my first time
and I have been unseeing
to this utopia
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day. Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast
Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the light of the lording sky
An old blind man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'
Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. Oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
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Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day. Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast
Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the light of the lording sky
An old blind man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'
Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. Oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
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Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.
She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.
Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!
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Race Day
Run like a Slave Auction
First Teeth
Then ****
Next ***
Count the Purse
Strings....
Fridge
Check
Blow Job .. Any Good?
Check
Vision
and on and on
It Went
Until finally
It came
To the Question
Of Family
And suddenly
She looked around
And there wasn't one person
Not one
She stood that way
For a long time
Looking
Out
Unbelieving
The ground
Empty
As if a thousand corpse
Lay
Rotting
In
The Sunlight
looking up
Eyes UnSeeing
Trying
But there wasn't
Anything
That could be said
They left her there
Their own Flag
Made for Flying
Not Dying
Suddenly
A Breeze...
It was
Peace
Who Called
To take her
From the Pole
Where
She had
Been left
Hanging
A
new Thought
Of a
NEW Cross
Annointed Colors
Life
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Hope alights like a new dawn
Springing forth on young legs like a fawn.
We are yet in darkness and despair
So, unseeing, we are not yet aware
Of the light that lies just beyond.
Before too long a new day has dawned.
Hope flies on the wings of tomorrow
Where we begin to let go of our pain and sorrow.
A single ray of light in the darkest night can pierce,
And a single small flame can burn all the more fierce.
Like a river will eventually find its way to the sea,
We follow our hope to the source that makes our hearts free.
Brighter days are soon to come;
Spreading hope to everyone.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
"Yoo Hoo! Excuse me!" she said,
Warbling with trepidation,
"I wonder could you help me,
Only I'm blind, you see?"
Her timid voice trailed off,
Lost beneath the majestic roar
Of the waterfall;
"Of course ma'am!" he said,
"Take my arm and pray
Tell me your troubles!"
"Well it's all rather silly," she said,
"But I'm not long now for this
Life, and I so wanted to see,
Or rather, to feel this place again.
I was here as a young girl
You see, and I have such fond memories!
My guide had to take
An urgent call, and now I'm
Afraid I won't have time for the tour!"
"Tell me," he said, "If I may be
Permitted to ask, were you able
To see when you were here before?"
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed,
"It was the most incredible thing
I've ever seen! The destructive
Force of nature, an endless torrent
Of foaming waters cascading down
Sheer cliffs, the living color of
Smooth rocks gleaming in the sunlight,
And oh so many rainbows
Blazing in the spray, Sir I could
Imagine no place more wondrous,
More beautiful!"
"Well then," he said excitedly,
"You'll be pleased to know it
Hasn't changed a bit!"
"Oh thank you, thank you!"
She said, hugging him tightly,
"You've made an old woman very happy!"
The guide returned and he bade them
A fond farewell, and then another
Woman approached him.
"Well there you are darling," she said,
I've been looking for you everywhere!
I've found a guide who specialises
In narrated tours for the blind,
Are you ready?"
He looked at her with unseeing eyes
And smiled, "There's no need my love,"
He said, "I've already seen it and
It's the most beautiful place in the world,
And I want to remember it
Exactly the way I do right now!"
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
UNTIL NEXT TIME
THE PRESENCE OF YOUR BEING
PLACED UP AGAINST MY BACKSIDE
CAUSES A BIT OF EXCITEMENT
THAT MY BODY CAN’T JUSTIFY
FROM JUST A SINGLE TOUCH
FROM YOU AND YOUR UNSEEING
MY BODY TREMBLES DEEP INSIDE
AND MY GENDER BECOMES SO REVEALING
I TURN AND WRAP MY LEGS AROUND
AND USE YOU LIKE A CLUTCH
THE FEELING IN MY BODY STARTS TO TRAVEL
I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE IT
OR IF IT’S JUST TO MUCH
THE SLICKNESS MY BODY’S REVEALING
BECOMES LIKE A FLUID GUIDE.
YOUR ARMS GLIDING MY EVER GENTLE MOVEMENT.
AS WE INTERTWINE
YOU SLOWLY TAKE YOUR GENDER
AND PUT IT INSIDE OF MINE
TO REACH YOUR IMMENSE INDUCEMENT
WITH YOUR HARDNESS BURIED INTO MINE
AS I SHAPE INTO THE PERFECT FORM OF YOU
SO ACCEPTING AND AGREEING
BANGING THE WALLS INSIDE
I GRADUALLY ACCEPT YOUR FREEING
WE RISE TOGETHER IN THIS MOMENT
MY BEING BEGINS TO SHATTER
THIS IS A PLACE OF EVERLASTING BLISS
AND NOTHING BESIDES THIS SEEMS TO EVEN MATTER
MY BEING SHATTERS AS I START TO INCLINE
THE COMBINED MOVEMENT OF US TWO
THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR SWELL
TELLS ME WE’RE NOT THROUGH
AND IN THE SHADOWS I CAN SEE
YOUR EYES LOCKING INTO MINE
MY SOUL WANTING TO BE BURIED
AND MY HIGH IS CLIMBING AGAIN INSIDE
YOUR EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE SHORT LIVED
YOUR BODY SO CLOSE TO MINE
FOREVER YOU ARE APART OF ME
YOUR BODY IS SOMETHING I STRIVE
AS YOU LAY YOUR LIPS UPON MINE
AND WE SAY OUR LAST GOODBYES
YOU ARE FOREVER SPECIAL TO ME
REMEMBER, UNTIL NEXT TIME
BY JENNIFER WOLFE
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
While Kashmir Slently Weeps...!!
My meadows, mountains, and my rivers and all
Weep silently over the slain children this fall,
Those young buds who sleep in my ***** again,
Their pious blood nourishing their mother again.
How many of my children will miss the golden Sun
As it touches the Harmukh”s proud crown,
Their unseeing orbs telling a different tale
Their mother silently crying a silent wail.
Those silent Jaffers and treacherous Qasims,
Will see their doom as sure as hell..
And when their times comes as it will
Even my ***** will refuse their last morsel.
I gently weep over my slain children
Who went down for liberty and freedom,
The alien on the land will have to leave
I wait for the day as sure as I believe.
O’ Allah what more I have yet to endure
How many more I am yet to nurture
The tyrant is playing his ****** games
Brewing larceny and deception in his veins.
Be ONE my children of The Vale
As only then the enemy will fail
Strike him down like tornedo gale
End his rule from my ***** dale.
(by: Khan, BA)
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
stôrm/
a violent disturbance of the atmosphere.
of my atmosphere
You are the only one I lived through.
- In a sense of comfort and survival.
They warned me about you.
They told me to pack my things while I was young and had time.
They told me to pack light because I would need what energy I had left.
THEY TOLD ME.
but I believed you would be gentle. I knew I had done just the right amount of observing and that I had you figured out. I told them not to worry about me because I knew exactly what I was dealing with. I told them I would love you, no matter the damage. "There is nothing that cannot be fixed."
And to this day I'm still holding onto that, trying to believe it.
This home I spent 22 years building and securing, is now one with the ground.
My walls that I finally found the perfect shade of teal for, all red now.
Standing in the middle of this ruin, no windows, no door, nowhere to hide.
I have fallen into disrepair and you meant to do it. It's in your nature and I knew it!
Was it confidence or ignorance that led to my unseeing belief in you?
(your ability to be tender and serene)
"The calm after the storm..." Is that what I was supposed to hope for?
No, of course not. I should have known better than that because we all know
Storms never do last forever.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
once upon a time
an old woman
stopped
a young girl
and asked her
if she wanted to know
what was going to happen
next
how do you tell
asked the young girl
who had eyes
the colour of rain
unseeing
the old woman
lifted up the young girl's fingers
to trace her smile
i read about you
once
she said
her voice
rasping
a feather fell in the young girl's
raven hair
and the old woman
picked it up
and put it in her own
who wrote about me
asked the blind girl
without realizing
what the old woman
had just done
the old woman
kissed her smooth cheek
clouds forming
in her eyes
and left
with all of
her uncertainty
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
Hands clawing outward from a mass grave
Mouth gasping for air,
Lungs filled with invisible smog
Mind too indoctrinated to care
Pressed in against the walking dead
Face to face, toe to toe –
Clammy fingers entwining by seeing
Unseeing eyes staring into a blank void you well know
Drifting with the metal cage
Jerking back, coasting sideways, never flinch
Some escape, more cram in –
Nearing hellish Purgatory inch by inch
A screeching halt, your turn to flee –
Into the glass maze obediently file
Skinner's rats – jolted by punishment
Yet tomorrow you’ll do it again – another card on the pile.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
the unattainable girl in cotton dress with her untouched hands
her perfections body and soul are store purchased at trending boutiques
she illustrates the room into vivid colour with her casual presence
she becomes the motion in the still life drawing you live
she is the utterance of everything to be attained by dreaming
by hope
for you
the unattainable
she leads you through the broken gate
a backyard overgrown and
past the rusting skeleton of a child's swing set
night has rendered it life
and it looms large in the minds eye with terrible
wrath for its cheated years
inside the bare room
streetlight filtered by the boarded up window
sound is muffled in here
her voice strangely stagnant and heavy
as she clumsily removes her shirt
laughing a small embarrassed laugh
so unlike her cool and convincing hardcase appearance
the two of you rest a few hours cupped in eachothers arms
till daylight leeches your sleepyheads of dreams
but the tattered cover of your romance novel
is by no means a feat of strung out fairy's on a mission to condemn
they only want recompense for the time they spent wrapped in the
soiled leather sheets entertaining some middle aged naked man
and his sole desire to be pretty
she sees all this
she sits in the dry corner
eyes wide but unseeing
a song of terrors paused on her lips
the reality's of reality has not yet sunk in
but its soft spoken voice is whispering to her now
it sets its christmas card well wishes on her mantle
it lays its warm gifts on her bed
careworn toys of her bitter embraces
sit in the grey snow abandoned like her lovers
now that she found her nirvana
she will spend her days
in hard red leather and fishnet
plying the flesh pots and the mystery's exposed of naughty naughty
the unattainable girl is just a photograph now
one dimensional image of a four dimensional demon girl
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Actions are words at deeds,
Feelings untold,
Feelings unspoken,
Actions are worth better at showing.
Love is a building tool,
Hearts breaking,
Hearts leaking,
Love is still a mending wool.
How do you say these words felt?
When is the right moment to voice them?
What hormone builds such a desire?
Will these emotions ever die?
Words Unspoken,
Hearts sealed,
Love leaking,
Thoughts hindering.
Words untold,
By a heart dreading,
To a heart unknowing,
For a stranger unseeing.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Here she lies, beneath our feet,
Six feet under, nice and neat.
Alone, cold, in the dark, marked box,
No movement, not a pulse from a heart that’s locked.
Cold, glassy, unseeing eyes,
A girl too young within the coffin lies.
Pale, unmoving with expressionless face,
Lost from the world with barely a trace.
Just a stone that rests above the ground,
Marking the body that makes no sound,
A few words inscribed to say,
Why she left the world this way:
‘A broken heart, that couldn’t mend.
Here she lies until the end.
So have hope despite the pain,
Learn from her death there’s much to gain.
How a young girl’s life was wasted,
Before love was ever truly tasted,
Her heart gave out from the despair she felt,
When she saw how fate’s cards were dealt.’
Her woeful hands took up the pills,
She took them all. That’s how love kills.
She ended it all as she could not see,
Just how bright her future was going to be.
Understand that although she’s moved on,
The love she felt is still not gone,
It followed her down into the ground,
Stuck in her heart that makes no sound.
She’d found someone to give it to,
But they gave it back and left her blue.
Barren and cold as her heart is now,
She lived all this time like it somehow,
Her message to the ones she left behind,
‘Don’t be fooled though Love is blind,
It sees within your very soul,
Keep some of your heart, don’t give it whole.’
Rest in peace fair Maiden of Despair,
Lie in your darkness, free of care,
Lie in your silence free from thought,
Free of whom your heart had sought.
And so a Broken Hearted Eulogy,
To guide and help both you and me.
Think of the girl, who so early died,
And take her within, keep her inside.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
I mourn for skunks.
The squashed, flattened masses
***** mashed, their stripes scattered
Matted masks disguising unseeing eyes
Through how many fields have they run?
Once sweet babies, small noses, downlike fur
fleeing to their final place from green leafed bowers in a terrible act of asphalt bait n' switch
Let us all grieve the sacrifice which,
Unto the motor gods
Has been served.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC