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RE: "Whence Came Inspiration?" --- original poem
Beautiful verse.
This was the stanza that particularly got to me:
The luminous scratching of robèd elders,
Grey with time & painted by foreknowledge
Into dwindling precision on a rosy sunset scroll
Enter all the same into truth’s conflagration.
"truth's conflagration."
Very Well Said.
Thanks for the kind words. I'm glad that stanza struck you, as I made quite a few changes to it to get to that point. Sometimes in making lots of modifications you end up with something of a lukewarm result ;)