Each morning I pray to the Earth.
Praise of course but also a blind poet’s sorrow:
Purity was yours, I say, and look, we’ve ruined your lyric darkness.
Voices Below Ground
Each morning I pray to the Earth.
Praise of course but also a blind poet’s sorrow:
Purity was yours, I say, and look, we’ve ruined your lyric darkness.
Planet of the Blind 