John Amsden Poems

The darkest of arts
In magic vile, obscene
The cruelest of acts
In torture: we must lean
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Time lost
And so obscured
The passing cost
In what we feared.
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What strange worlds in oceans wide
In this machine I could bestride?
What wonders to my oceans yet to see
Encircling infinity.
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The lands lost
To brutal killing
The seas lost
Their light to life bleeding.
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