Silence,
yours, not mine:
the noonday demon.
What ground I
have hated I
have hated, said God.
But alelluia is
the desert’s song,
the hermits say.
Silence,
yours, not mine:
the noonday demon.
What ground I
have hated I
have hated, said God.
But alelluia is
the desert’s song,
the hermits say.
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