Fragment

Diviner of nothing, I stand alone –

Greys cast the sky’s stark blues aside;

Alive but unseeing, I break myself –

The doldrums come, and woe betide.

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stanza 2

"Once on the way to nowhere,
I flew around with shiny wings.
Looking round in the air,
Harpies attacked with beatings."