The moonbeam fades like silken brows
And on my face ,a secret smile,
Like wrinkles of another Age.
I stand accursed,before a stern jury
The subject of crimes that have not been made]
And object of a plague devastating the country,]
Like ludicrous bunnies out of a hat.
I stand accursed before my time,
As if it were Judgement Day
And oppressive skies ,like a dangerous] Call to explode,will waver between]
Grey and Gloom to implore_]
What?
This second revised edition describes, from Onlinesss Self Awakening perspective, the major Truth-consciousness realm-waves of transcendent Self Awakening
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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