Womb of Creation by Gregg Hake Squatting in her tent, folds of tired linen Stretch from waist to dirt-strewn ground Hiding erstwhile glories, precious goods of former days Desperate to stem the tide of change she hides Behind masquerade of crimson tide's multiplied sorrows Rebuking deceitfully merciful summons of higher nature Echoing in the garden …

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