Diviner of nothing, I stand alone – Greys cast the sky’s stark blues aside; Alive but unseeing, I break myself – The doldrums come, and woe betide.
stanza 2
"Once on the way to nowhere, I flew around with shiny wings. Looking round in the air, Harpies attacked with beatings."
stanza 2
"Once on the way to nowhere,
I flew around with shiny wings.
Looking round in the air,
Harpies attacked with beatings."