the air winged the news...
the news rose in noiseless towering flight
over ageless hills of eminence
from the mouth of the suckling it rose
gliding in the whispery winds
of what-was-told
in simple learned tongue it rose
teaching the teacher's mind and the hearer's ear
of things too good to be true
of what the sinless life lays bare:
the realities of what now is and is to come;
the footlessness of the tempter's tale;
the virgin birth; and
the life of lifeless root that sprouts brightly
on barren sand that thirsts
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