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The Flux This rhyme Exists, Desists, In time. I sought In form The norm, For thought Led where Time, stilled, Had killed All care. The cause Gives pause. Another Fragment For G. M. W. I cannot find my way to Rome But tread a road toward Nazareth, My destination far from home, Devious the side roads. Short of breath, Wary, uncertain where I am, I yet would shelter with the Lamb.
MacGregor, Tiree. "Poems." The New Compass: A Critical Review 4 (December 2004) [http://www.thenewcompass.ca/dec2004/macgregor.html]
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