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‘From that sky livid, bizarre
as your tortured destiny,
what thoughts fill your empty heart,
Freethinker, answer me.’
Insatiable and avid
for vague and obscure skies,
I’ll not groan like Ovid,
banned from Rome and paradise.
Skies, shores split and seamed,
my pride’s mirrored in you:
your clouds in mourning, too,
are the hearses of my dreams,
Hell’s reflected in your light,
where my heart takes delight.
as your tortured destiny,
what thoughts fill your empty heart,
Freethinker, answer me.’
Insatiable and avid
for vague and obscure skies,
I’ll not groan like Ovid,
banned from Rome and paradise.
Skies, shores split and seamed,
my pride’s mirrored in you:
your clouds in mourning, too,
are the hearses of my dreams,
Hell’s reflected in your light,
where my heart takes delight.
