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Our Marble Womb
White marble windowless womb
Seals inspiration inward, like a skull
Fenced by a colonnade and oaken doors,
A maze of steps and echoes.
White marble magic walls keep back the night,
Exclude the loud cheap town - its angry sirens,
Stumbling traffic, its cut-price ugly crowds
With inbred voices raised - our culture cuts away
These vicious tumours.
This purer place...
Wednesday 22nd March 2017 9:41 am
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