“There, lay outskirts. Through them are windmills lining A vast expanse of amber sky, and there they are refining A pure blue wind, tinted such within by turning steel fins…”
I know - sometimes i like to let my mind dance around the fringes of that kind of deep thought conglomeration. And the works had a lovely rhythm and flow.
Mystical Magical Twilight. Not sure I comprehend the poem, even after reading the full version.
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