poems by Askold Skalsky
Already seeking a foundational bedrock in the golden age A gaspingly impatient hominid clinging to a sea-wave battered rock, just an isolated promontory jutting into the vast and wine-dark vacancy
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Already seeking a foundational bedrock in the golden age A gaspingly impatient hominid clinging to a sea-wave battered rock, just an isolated promontory jutting into the vast and wine-dark vacancy