Versione ebook di Readme.it powered by Softwarehouse.it ALThat sudden time I heardthe pulse of song in a thrush throatmy windy vision flutteredlike snow-clouds buffeting the moon.I was born into an ambushOf preacherspropagandistsgrafters("Fear life and death!" "Hate and pay me!")and tho I learned to despise them allmy dreams were of rubbish and destruction.But that songand the drop-notesof a brook truckling thru log-breaks and cedarsI came to on numb clumsy limbsto find outside the beauty inside me.