Tine

verses

TINE

This sensual display conceals,

more than the cut and thrust in time,

of crushing bone, and braying peals

of war and sex, of love and crime

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It hides within the raucous froth,

unborn, a depth beyond the pain

of lusting clutch, or strike of wrath

a living place, unchanging plain

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This universe about us here,

none of the gods, nor mortals wrought

except so far as it appears

to them, before the senses brought

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It is a One that nothing knows,

except itself, through space entire

and time, and all that dies and grows

Just this;

the everliving fire