Ruin inevitable,
yet
bloom the land fallen dead.
Memories of the lustful
germ and rain.
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Ruin inevitable,
yet
bloom the land fallen dead.
Memories of the lustful
germ and rain.
From Solve et Coagula, inspired by the composting of a reverie on The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot.