P118
Clean as Vile
Poetry. — 2023-04-10. — 1 tracing.
Chaos midst and fray Epiphanies away, a thought awaits All will remains to go Murk in mire Clean as vile
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The poem sits in the murk waiting for an epiphany. The essay ends by refusing to wait: act before understanding is complete.
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